| Ignite my veins with your blood to inspire new verses
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| I’m drained to my dregs
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| Replace my eyes with your fire to burn through the curses
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| Leave nothing that could hinder your blinding light
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| Test me in the furnace of affliction
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| Refine me as you wish
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| When the die is cast (When the die is cast)
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| Breathe in me your animating spark
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| I won’t flinch when the earth gives way
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| So take me now
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| It’s not my blood to bleed
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| I won’t flinch when the earth gives way
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| So I cry out
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| The last word is yours to speak
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| Sharpen my tongue with precision only your words convey
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| I’ve kept waiting too long
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| Breathe in my lungs a passion that strangles corruption
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| Till there’s nothing left
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| Fleshkiller
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| We’re engraved on your hand
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| Fleshkiller
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| We’re engraved on your hand
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| Test me in the furnace of affliction
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| Refine me as you wish
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| When the die is cast (When the die is cast)
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| Breathe in me your animating spark
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| I won’t flinch when the earth gives way
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| So take me now
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| It’s not my blood to bleed
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| I won’t flinch when the earth gives way
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| So I cry out
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| The last word is yours to speak
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| Fleshkiller
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| Disease has no grasp on your reign
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| Fleshkiller
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| Prison cells won’t contain your light
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| With every crushing blow
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| We are engraved upon your hand
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| I won’t flinch when the earth gives way
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| So take me now
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| It’s not my blood to bleed
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| I won’t flinch when the earth gives way
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| So I cry out
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| The last word is yours to speak |