| For the wages of sin is death
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| Scraping bodies out of the gutter
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| Rotting corpses piled on each other
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| Infesting plagues defiled the land
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| Sole rectification through sacrificed Son of Man
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| (Bridge)
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| Foul stench fills the street
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| Silent carnage, rotting meat
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| Tormented faces in despair
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| As vultures fill the air
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| Waiting to rip apart their prey
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| Seeking to take it all away
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| Taking them for all they have
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| Final chance to reach for life
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| Regeneration through reconciliation
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| Obliterate the plague from the land
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| Seek the covenant blood affiliation
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| Propitiation by Gods Right Hand
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| A sickly carcass beyond human likeness
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| Searches its soul and finds only darkness
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| Its desire for life is growing in size
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| As this rotted corpse slowly opens its eyes
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| (Bridge)
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| Foul stench fills the street
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| Silent carnage, rotting meat
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| But some dead seek rebirth
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| They want to walk the earth
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| Walking among the scattered dead
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| Feeding corpses living bread
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| Living in obedience is the
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| Final choice you make in life |