| Half angel, half devil
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| Half man, half beast
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| Half love, half hate
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| Half war, half peace
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| You’d better pray to God and hope that He will walk beside you
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| Cause in your darkest hour the reaper is sure to find you
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| I never asked for it
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| Chosen to be the chosen one to gather souls of those
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| Chosen to become post-mortem
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| To live or damn eternal fates of the wrong
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| Either embrace by heaven’s fate, or enslaved by Satan’s throne
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| I’ve gone by many names, pronounced with screams of pain
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| I’ve walked through valleys of dark
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| And embarked through hells flames
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| Such a shame that in the end I am all you have left
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| Now draw your last breath, hello, my name is death
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| The only thing that’s certain
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| I guarantee to each and every person
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| Here through the curtains and I’ll be there lurkin
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| A predator with man
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| I’m forced to enforce the course of nature
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| Provided by omnipotent plans
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| These hands are so callous, from years of such malice
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| Sir fear is thy power, sever but must balance
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| Adhere to my talent, some here you must vanish
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| Time for one’s loved one to drink from thy chalice
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| It never seizes to amaze me
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| Witness them screaming and carry on when I come for their babies
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| Or mothers, fathers, brothers, daughters
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| Husbands, wives, uncles, slaughter
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| I just do what I’m supposed to
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| But yet you feel the need to bleed
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| When you see my shadow’s amongst you
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| You pray for forgiveness, perhaps a second chance
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| I do not speak your language, why must you even ask
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| Your body fills with Paralysis
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| Your eyes open wide, and pupils dilate with self-analysis
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| So just relax and let it go
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| Let the wings of fate delegate responsibility of your souls
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| And it’s over now, your soul has reached it’s destination
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| And it’s funny how you’re at the gates of hell
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| But yet your body’s underground
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| And deafening silence always seems to be the only sound
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| As you’re descending down
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| Ye though I walk through the valley of a shadow of death
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| Thou shalt fear no evil, for Thou are with me
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| Thy rod and Thy staff — shalt comfort me |