| The skies are red, so are the dead
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| Annihilation by incineration
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| Fiery hell, the midnight funeral held
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| As the black smokes reach the sky
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| They shouted out
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| I heard but I had to cover my ears
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| Though my ears are already deafened by fears
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| I still had to cover my ears
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| They want it all, they’ll take it all
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| From the victim of reality
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| Born cursed, raised in lies
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| Though I’ll die with bestiality
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| They call it a sin, they call (it) a crime
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| Even the stain of blood
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| Fear the reaper, curse the deceivers with a spell
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| See the cauldron in hell
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| Do you believe what I tell you?
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| All my blood now swallowed in fire
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| See my torment in my eyes that are dead
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| See my torment in my lies, (oh) so bale!
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| Do you believe what I tell you?
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| In the soulless grave where nobody sleeps
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| I fear the reaper
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| I curse the deceivers
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| But where is the curse?
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| Feel the fear’s birth
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| Do you think I’m the only one to be lost;
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| On the path they paved with the past?
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| Do you think I’m the only one to know;
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| The truth, few, or none has ever seen?
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| Do you think I’m the only one to go;
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| On the path they paved with their prey?
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| Do you think I’m the only one
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| Do you think I’m the only one?
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| Die blind, death behind you will die
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| In the scorching nightmare, the smoke fills the air
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| A funeral in red, black are the dead
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| Die blind, death behind you will die
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| The fire storms everywhere
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| The fear spreads to hell we’re led
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| Under their crooked claws
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| Comes death, so cold and clean;
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| The ring-giver is now a bringer of disaster
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| A bringer of misery, a bringer of misfortune
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| They preyed my blood
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| It’s black and bleak
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| It’s the blood of (the) beast born just to feed
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| I prey my heart to play my part
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| I know it’s just a fairytale untold in pain
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| To breed the sheep and destroy the seeds
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| The seeds that I sow I’ll have to reap myself
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| Forced to bleed to feed their greed
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| This is a mass funeral in red!
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| Vice on virtue
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| Victory on vanity
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| Fire is so cold though my blood is boiling in my veins
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| Vice on virtue
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| Victory on vanity
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| Answer me now
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| I will laugh in pain |