| Dawn of the face of the crown of creation
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| Crawls over mountains that have given up protecting
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| The shame of the world, the truth of the skies
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| Bathing in rotten light, the denizens emerge
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| Devouring with hungry skins the cancer of the gods
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| With flesh in their claws and with greed in their eyes
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| Voiceless demons, invisible
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| Surrounding the damned between the worlds
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| Enjoying the ripping and tearing of souls
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| None shall be spared
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| Have the priests ever mentioned to the fearful believers
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| You don’t have to be dead to be led through the gate
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| The minions of hell are always around you
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| In perpetual horror, forever you’ll wait
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| For salvation
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| Scouring the earth, licenced to drain
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| The hope from the hearts of their clueless victims
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| Stumbling in darkness, killing each other
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| Too wretched to scavenge the fiends are rejoicing
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| Infesting the accursed with unchartered plaques
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| Dragging them home, in the swamps they’ll be smothered
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| Voiceless demons, invisible
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| Surrounding the damned between the worlds
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| Enjoying the ripping and tearing of souls
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| None shall be spared |