| There’s no joy in what I see
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| Looking at my own reflection
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| All I see is a miserable soul
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| Breathing hate and pain
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| The curse that boils my hopes
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| Misanthropic recognition
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| Of a life devoted to Him
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| Bleeding to reach katharsis
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| Injecting…
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| My heart with reaping plague
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| With reverence I kneel
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| At the altar of the beast
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| Injecting…
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| My heart with reaping plague
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| In servitude I’m sworn
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| At the altar of the beast
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| Every night and every dawn
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| As I reach for Him with horns
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| Unholy knell tolling for the entrance
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| Reaching for my own inevitable doom
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| I can taste the bitterness of agony
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| Feeling more than usual gain
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| I’m alive in the scars of humanity
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| I have the knowledge of the key
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| I’m a servant of the Lord
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| HIm of pestilence and wrath
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| Lord of storms, of vengeance
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| My Soul for His victory |