| Years have passed since that night
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| Still the scars are fresh and alive for those involved
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| A mother deep underground
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| A father to a cell forever bound, the child nowhere to be found
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| Spiritual deception once showed its face, an evil passed on through its blood
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| A wicked grim incentive that cloudy day when horror stepped through their door
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| Journeyed to the east far and long ago
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| Once a feeble child but now has grown, still black in his soul
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| His uncle, the poor man worked hard yet unsuccessful
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| To feed his father’s leverage
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| Spiritual deception once showed its face, an evil passed on through its blood
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| A wicked grim incentive that cloudy day when horror stepped through their door
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| Meanwhile, aging in a bedlam, innocent still took the blame
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| He was sane when he entered but those walls drove him mad
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| Conjuring up a grave revenge
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| Kept his diary closest when he finally broke out
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| Time for them to alas reunite
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| Compelled to place his vengeance upon the bastard progeny, his only creed
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| As he arrived to the house old Damfee waiting outside
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| Gnawed and faint, leaning on his frayed cane
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| Damfee
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| «Why did you come here?»
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| Father
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| «Bring him before me, he must die
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| I shall have his head, you cannot deny me that»
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| The old man grinned and whispered
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| «Things are not all what they seem, I once brought forth a demon
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| That had its way with your wife one night, her uterus defiled
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| Raped by the demon, befouled all heaven’s light
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| Please close your eyes and come inside my home»
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| He then followed Uncle Damfee, when he looked there was a rancid setting
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| Everything was just appallingly dirty, in front of him stood the lost child
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| In frustration he attacked the androgynous child of evil
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| In the background there stood Damfee chuckling at the whole damned spectacle
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| All turned black ‘til he later woke up
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| In his cell with the padded walls that he once left, was it a dream?
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| Ripped out was a diary page
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| On it written all that happened in that godless phase, in someone else’s
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| hand-writing
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| Spiritual deception once showed its face, an evil passed on through its blood
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| A wicked grim incentive that cloudy day when horror stepped through their door |