| Here we begin the tale of such powerful vampiric overlords that reigned terror
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| over every village of the Puritan that were to be
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| I shall light the candle and you will remain silent, you mortal
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| As I try ending my life, I fail but I coincide. |
| I’m trapped in hell this is a
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| cycle going nowhere
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| Instead of taking my own, all I had left was a scythe, there was a man of his
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| religion there’s no chance he’s alive
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| But wait, I must do this a smarter way
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| Clouding my impulsivity I quickly lie down my scythe
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| This only resorts to the question if I’m wrong or I’m right
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| I observate, I analyze how he will creep through the night
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| Blood thirst and misery I feel it run, through my brain
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| Not even the darkest dungeon can cease all my pain away
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| My judgement be piss poor as the limbs of elderly standing in the rain
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| What a tale of the darkest lords
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| As I’m walking out the church
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| Sneaking my way to the wood
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| Nobody knows what’s living in the shadow
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| As I carry the will of my family
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| Sacrifice at midnight will be made
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| Through the blood of the innocent will be
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| Transmitted the hatred of daemons
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| I’m a religious man. |
| Oh father I beg your pardon. |
| All I do is for the greater
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| good
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| The killing must be done
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| Sinister must be feed |