| A faceless creature comes to life
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| A spawn diseased by hate
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| Never faced or seen the light
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| Controlled by inner strength
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| What if you fall or rise again
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| Disfigured nightmare starts
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| To drive you through the steps of death
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| Before your eyes shut
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| I am marching over Blood
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| Trapped in the walls of suicide
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| There’s no way to retreat
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| There’s no way to change your life
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| Your freedom now submit
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| Over your blood I make my stand
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| I march before your death
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| I’m feeding on the aftermath
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| I’m living of your breath
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| Marching over blood
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| I spit disease to the face of God
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| Marching over blood
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| Tear of your limps your time has come
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| Marching over blood
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| Before your eyes they rape your sons
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| Marching over blood
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| I spit disease to the face of God
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| Death’s head is your destiny
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| Ferocity disguised
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| Somber, still and utterly
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| Pain drawn in through your eyes
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| What if you fall or rise again
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| Disfigured nightmare starts
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| To drive you through the steps of death
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| Before your eyes shut |