| Step with me into the pages scribed by soulless men
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| Drench the eye in confessions composed by the butchers hand descend.
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| Your mind.
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| Surrender to the flies embrace these fears that you’ve ignored walk out onto my
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| killing floor
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| Renounced by blood
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| Controlled by none
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| Through the passage of pain we are all the same within your flesh, a part of me
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| So grind your axe and fill your graves we are till death by hate enslaved
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| BY HATE ENSLAVED
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| Take this doubt in which you drown and drain it down the way
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| What good is wrath if we regret one must commit, one must obey
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| Ascend. |
| your mind.
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| Let truth be your disguise
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| Enfold this blade within your grasp
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| Assure this breath to be their last
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| Renounced by blood
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| Controlled by none
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| Through the passage of pain we are all the same within your flesh, a part of me
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| So grind your axe and fill your graves we are till death by hate enslaved
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| Step with me into the pages
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| Step with me into the pages
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| Take this down in which you’ve drown
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| Drown
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| Drown
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| Drown
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| Through the passage of pain we are all the same within your flesh, a part of me
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| So grind your axe and fill your graves we are till death by hate enslaved
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| We bleed the same
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| We bleed the same
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| We bleed the same
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| We fill the graves
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| We bleed the same
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| We bleed the same
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| We bleed the same
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| We fill the graves |