| Newborn children
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| Bastard sons create
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| Mouth of war
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| Left to dominate
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| Massive slaughter
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| My soul to purify
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| Blood on the altar
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| A life to justify
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| It’s time for reprisal
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| Stand to face the threat
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| Your time has come to die
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| Summoning the dead
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| Exaggerated
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| The need for flesh
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| What’s coming after
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| Bleeding in flames
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| Hordes are rising
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| The fall to witness
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| The reign is over
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| Can’t heal the illness
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| It seems insane
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| Lack of reality
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| Lay down deranged
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| This is mortality
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| What’s left to feel
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| Before you close your eyes
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| Ripped and betrayed
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| Sarcastic fading smiles
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| The graves are open
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| Savage souls attack
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| Locked and restrained for years
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| Now claim what’s stolen back
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| The skies widen open
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| Bringing a rain of fear
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| Mind’s corrosion in to neglected fields
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| Newborn children, bastard fathers die
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| Mouths of peace, illusion blinds the sight
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| The dead are rising, like shadows on the wall
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| No prayers left, no hideouts like before |