| Septic spirit establish birth
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| Gruesom and enormous pain it will inflict
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| Convulsion the breeding of a
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| Demon reached its final stage of tormentation
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| Rubbing my swollen throat
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| I feel a movement inside my chest
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| Dirty voices vocalize through my mouth
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| I am now a host
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| A premonition I never felt
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| It wants my body as I feel it working
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| Tearing withing an warp my screams
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| What I’m becoming I never knew was real
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| It slowly takes in charge
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| My skin is changing colour
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| My eyes are empty black
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| The soul I through was shining
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| Is deformed and strangely intact
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| Resistance is pointless I know it’ll dominate
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| As I deliver my self to its domains
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| «Hidden in flesh»
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| Scratching my skin from the inside
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| I snort, I foam, I bleed through my eyes
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| Hidden in my flesh I know it’s real
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| Ravished my soul
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| Time to set out on a killing spree
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| I kill against my will
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| My soul has showed me true abomination
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| They’re not much of a choice
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| I try to fight it but my weird
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| Movements is beyond my control
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| Rubbing my swollen throat
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| I feel a movement inside my chest
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| I killed those people, steered
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| By evil I slay, can’t stop my actions
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| I am soon to die for all I
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| Care there’s no heaven for me
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| For it lies hidden deep down in my soon rotting flesh |