| Lost in a churning mindless fulmination
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| Devoid of a reason or explanation
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| A chorus of voices become a roaring cacophony
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| Assaulting our senses as they sleep
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| Putrid beings within, no better, or worse
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| Each one scrambling for a ladder
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| Death becomes us, that which we adore
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| Long lost innocence
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| In these slime-ridden Kingdoms where we wallow
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| Free from the pity, disgust and sorrow
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| Far from where light can pierce
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| Drowned by the fetid bog
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| Beyond the graces of your god
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| Sink in, inhale the ichor
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| Why not assume your true form?
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| Join with us this is our blessing
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| Unified as one forever
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| Biologically entwined
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| Together until the end time
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| Hideous depravity lurks beneath the mask of civility
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| Look to your heathen master for his coming
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| We shall obey him and speak of nothing
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| Mentor of pain and suffering
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| The spawn of the sentient ooze
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| Soon you will drown within him too
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| Sink in, inhale the ichor
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| Why not assume your true form?
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| Join with us this is our blessing
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| Unified as one forever
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| Biologically entwined
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| Together until the end time
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| In the name of the Greatfather, worship him and no other
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| Bestow upon us the sigil, arise from your silent ritual |