| 'til the night’s still cold unrest
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| 'til the feast of blood and chaos
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| To the grave, as this plague won’t wash away
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| If there’s a price we had to pay
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| There’s no controlling, there’s no one else left to blame
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| If there is a vice with no constraints
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| Mankind corroding, there’s no one else left to hate
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| My inner God, in utter chaos
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| A severed fraud, stripped away
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| My inner God, forgotten pathos
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| Cindery cross, is ripped away distained
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| 'til the nights still cold unrest
|
| 'til the feast of blood and chaos
|
| To the grave, as this plague won’t wash away
|
| If there’s a price we had to pay
|
| There’s no consoling, the threat is just endless shame
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| If there is vice with no constraints
|
| Mankind corroding, there’s no one else left to hate
|
| My inner God, in utter chaos
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| My inner God, stripped away
|
| My inner God, in utter chaos
|
| Cindery cross, ripped away distained
|
| 'til the nights still cold unrest
|
| 'til the feast of blood and chaos
|
| To the grave, as this plague won’t wash away
|
| If there’s a price we had to pay
|
| There’s no controlling, there’s nothing else left to say
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| If there is vice with no constraints
|
| Mankind corroding, there’s no one else left to hate
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| Mankind corroding, there’s no one else left to hate |