| Can you hear the death knell
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| Of his design
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| I drink of the fallen’s impertinent wine
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| I wash with ichor of innocent lives
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| Surround my body with marble with swine
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| Fuelled by this demon that lives deep inside
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| I’ve been burning in pain all this time
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| I can’t hold it back any more
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| No more
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| Carnal atrocities fed by thy will
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| Licentious desires sanguine at the thrill
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| Forever denouncing the plague from her womb
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| Revile at the words of the lamb in the tomb
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| Fuelled by this demon that lives deep inside
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| I’ve been burning in pain all this time
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| I can’t hold it back any more
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| No more
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| Death by the shepherd and hell be thy name
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| Reaping the cattle
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| Forever, collecting blood split in my name
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| Witness the horror
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| People are dying
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| People are crying out
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| I am the countess, the scythe and mortician
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| I have the power of utter perdition
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| You eat the flesh, I eat the whore
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| My life’s a harvest I always want more
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| Fuelled by this demon that lives deep inside
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| I’ve been burning in pain all this time
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| I can’t hold it back any more
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| No more
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| Death by the shepherd and hell be thy name
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| Reaping the cattle
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| Forever, collecting blood split in my name
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| Witness the horror
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| People are dying
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| People are crying out
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| The burning depth
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| Bewitcher of the weak
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| The chosen one
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| Debase of sympathy
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| The libertine
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| The serpent of the free
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| Sanguinity
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| Complexion built on death
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| I try to hold on to what’s me
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| But it’s hard to believe it’s there any more
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| Death by the shepherd and hell be thy name
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| Reaping the cattle
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| Forever, collecting blood split in my name
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| Witness the horror
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| People are dying
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| People are crying out
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| People are dying
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| People are crying out |