| Dead limbs reach toward
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| Toward my tainted, bastard blood
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| I give unto thee to forever be bound by blood
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| My eternity, against what hell could conjure
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| I bled my blood in the pages
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| Letting my name rot for the ages
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| To dwell in this realm forever
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| Bringing life to the dying embers
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| I am the lie
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| The crown of nails rusts to my flesh
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| Riddling me with burden upon every breath
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| Shrieks of horror echo through the mountains
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| Empty though I’m surrounded by thousands
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| Focusing vision, now I can finally see
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| Rising from hell, bound to thee
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| I am a totem to your misery
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| Come to me as I rot in history
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| I give unto thee, come to me
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| Bringing life to the dying embers
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| As I rot in the sand of history
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| From bastard to martyr I shall consume your pain
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| A totem of misery, I am your false hope
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| To carry you through this hell
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| In death, I shall remain with my bastard blood
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| Stained upon the crown that shall be handed down
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| To suffer amongst kings
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| Bringing life to the dying embers
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| As I rot in the sand of history
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| From bastard to martyr I shall consume your pain
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| A totem of misery I am your false hope
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| To carry you through this hell |