| Fear to walk down the aisle, feel the beat as you lead me on
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| From the sky to the mire, shame and pride are the seed of harm
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| Stand aside from the shadows, set your sight on the vein of life
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| Taste the blood of denial, blow the candle with rotten breath
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| I am waiting to face the hunter, to feast on my
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| Flesh, torn asunder
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| The sinner will die
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| Parading down through the misty light
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| He becomes the night
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| Upon the sacred and hallowed ground
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| Away from the sun, in holy halls within walls
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| Where the light won’t reach down
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| You give your seed to the frail
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| Seek advice from the elder, falling down on your knees repent
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| Be the crow and the angel, be my curse to the end of time
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| Freedom lies in your own desires
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| Freedom lives in your will
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| Nothing’s left as we’re reaching higher
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| Lust is thicker than sin
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| The sacred leaves on the trees of hope
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| Malice poisons our souls
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| A Wicked halo deprived of love
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| Slithering to the cross
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| The sinner will die
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| Parading down through the misty light
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| He becomes the night
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| Upon the sacred and hallowed ground
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| Away from the sun, in holy halls within walls
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| Where the light won’t reach down
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| You give your seed to the frail |