| The fog suffocates the marsh
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| Bewildered I am
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| For without companionship I am lost
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| Hundreds of eyes watch over my shoulder
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| As I turn to look in disarray
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| Before my eyes the reaper returning to slay
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| Meek and blinded apparitions
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| Resurface and recompense
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| The inner machinations of their minds are an enigma
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| It’s so close I can almost taste it
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| I begin to descend to the depths of dead gods
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| Materializing in infinite blackness
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| Blood paints the pathway to the only door illuminated. |
| Approached without
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| knowledge of what lies beneath
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| I taste the essence of death
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| Taunting whispers echo in the halls of smothered tears. |
| Stopped to face the
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| door again
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| Basking in overwhelming fear
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| Fallen comrades bleeding at my feet
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| What have they done?
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| Opening the gates of hell to the horror within
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| From each crevice and arch they emerge
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| Unshackled from the prison of millennia to restore thy fallen lord
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| Elderly powers clandestine, shadowed in the vastness
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| Unscathed, sheltering affliction from the masses of the galaxy
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| Populace sulking in disease
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| Chanting to their gods for mercy
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| Various forms of entities relinquish this tomb to those who seek treasury
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| I fight to stay alive as hordes of demons surge
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| They whip and claw at my face as I cling to life
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| Immune to any actions taken thus far
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| Their only purpose: to consume and mutilate all
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| Taunting whispers echo in the halls of smothered tears. |
| Stopped to face the
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| door again
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| Basking in overwhelming fear
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| Fallen comrades bleeding at my feet
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| What have they done?
|
| Opening the gates of hell to the horror within
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| Bound in steel in the bowels of this world
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| Creatures made of flesh and maggots
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| Primal instinct dictates action
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| Perpetual repulsion is a factor that instills my rage
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| Relinquished of all control
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| Relinquish all control
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| Relinquish your will and your soul (x2)
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| Relinquish! |
| (x2)
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| Bittersweet truths always burn the tongues of those who wish to taste the
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| terrors to come
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| Alas, an oracle of light brings salvation
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| The caretaker of this installation pulls me forth
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| Without a second glance at what fiercely follows…
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| To the catacombs we go to end this all |