| Never have I seen thee in these cold rooms of the night
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| Never felt thy presence amidst the horror and blight
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| It is but ourselves we have to face in the end
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| When there are no depths left for us to descend
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| Gone past the shades of god and the gods of shades
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| Embraced morbid flesh with brand new blades
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| Explored dimensions of death in a thousand ways
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| In this unlife that begun with the end of days
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| The stage lies abandoned
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| The actors all gone to their graves
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| The curtains remain undrawn
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| And none of us saved…
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| Bring me my demons!
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| I am now ready to face
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| For I have crossed rivers of denial
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| Bring me my shadows!
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| Stripped from all traces of grace
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| I am prepared to begin my trial
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| Souls long lost and forgotten somehow
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| Past all life only the dead can save me now
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| Bring me my demons!
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| All Hell I am ready to face
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| Grown so weary from all this denial
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| Bring me my shadows!
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| Stripped from all traces of grace
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| I am now ready to begin my trial
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| So go and gather all the children of Hell
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| The story is ending, the book will soon be shelved
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| This undying final chapter in the tale of our kind
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| Once it was our world but we gave it to the blind
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| So go and gather all the children of Hell
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| The story is ending, the book will soon be shelved
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| So go and gather all the sons of men left behind
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| For once it was our world but we gave it to the blind… |