| I am, the one who whispers of fear, I’m the one that you dread
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| I’ve wilted roses in your sacred forests, I am the one that you dread
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| We broke the sacred, with ease
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| The bond between us, and beast
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| Now lay your head upon my hands
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| So I can hear you breathe
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| One last breath before you sleep
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| And let your spirit fill my body
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| I stand, on top a of bed coral until its black
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| Lay with the bones and feed of the flesh
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| We watch you suffer as we wrap you in mesh
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| But there’s emotion in your eyes
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| Your heart races as we, hunt you down
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| We tear the jewels off your crown
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| You point fire at the kings who kneed up the earth
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| I’ll turn the barrel around and force your mouth on the shot gun
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| You own the night, under the setting stars
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| You own the light, upon your back of scars
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| If we only knew, if you could help us see
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| All the dread we bring… to all things living
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| I am, the one who whispers of fear, I’m the one that you dread
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| I’ve wilted roses in your sacred forests, I am the one that you dread |