| The burden gets heavier and heavier
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| As the winged horror grasps its prey
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| A sworn of avenging messengers wielding blades
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| Sharp claws that tear your flesh apart
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| Drag your limbs
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| Through a delightful sorrow
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| As the punishment goes on the end draws near
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| Light fades away, hope dies
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| Fear and anguish turn into madness
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| And salvation is now a distant lie
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| The ones who ruled the land of the light
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| The ones who built their kingdom on lies
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| Now feed the hell hounds
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| And rot in the ground that gave birth to unlife
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| Virtues and dogmas crumble
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| Like pillars eaten from the inside
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| (By the disease called life)
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| The rotting garden witnesses the coming of the new master
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| Light has abandoned the realm
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| The venomous wind blows the alley of sorrow
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| The rotting stench fills the air
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| Gathering into black clouds
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| That light cannot penetrate
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| The deadly poison is now neater
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| For the dreadful creatures
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| That dwells the realm |