| Years of strain, obsolete forgotten, but was never dead
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| Rise from the ash of hatred
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| Haunting ways kept alive in secrecy, from the light of day
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| Mankind behold possession
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| The ones that was not did return in an order to perform
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| Nothing but a relentless havoc
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| Forces insurgent — nothing shall persist
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| Ruthless ways of ancients scourge
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| The souls of those believed to conquer
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| Wicked infliction — from the cabinet
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| Forged through deep affliction, demons in shape of angels deceive
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| Those who dream of the cabinet
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| Sweating their sheets as they know it’s real
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| No one can rid this evil
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| Churning the spirits
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| A slumber in fear
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| Abomination reveals tales from a sickened crucifix
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| Pulse is rising fast, can not wake up at all, something has occupied the
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| dormant soul
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| Redeem
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| It fears the light, hides within the mind alive deep inside
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| As it perminates, closer to insanity
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| Visions of rapid lights, another dimension opens wide
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| A gaze of shade by night it came
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| Never would a simple human understand
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| The evil that was spawned within the cabinet
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| A realm concealed that no one leaves
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| The mind forever trapped in a catatonic state
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| But while the body sleeps the soul gets ripped to shreds
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| A world of dark a place that never leaves a soul to find peace
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| Darkness everywhere timeless voids beholds this plane of nocturnal
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| The ones that was not did return in an order to perform
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| Nothing but a relentless havoc
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| Forces insurgent — nothing shall persist
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| Ruthless ways of ancients scourge
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| The souls of those believed to conquer
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| Wicked infliction — from the cabinet |