| Unleash the tyrant now
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| We kneel in the burial of your will
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| We are merly reflections now
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| Our bodies he still
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| Your aphorism will bury you
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| There is only hell to pay and failure in your attempt
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| Exhale now to see the beauty in destruction
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| Within the evil heart of a tyranny sublime
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| Unleash the tyrant now
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| We kneel in the burial of our will
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| We are merly ghosting now
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| Our spirits roam free
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| You are nothing against the tides
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| Underneath the iron fist
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| Clenching descendants of grief
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| To you my death might seem inevitable
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| A thought of which you will be forgiven
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| I feel glorious as death comes my way
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| Immortality resonates in the glorious dead
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| I am dangerous as I drift in the crimson tide of my life
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| I am dangerous in the crossing of a threshold
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| Like a serpent to a saint, in the coming of my death
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| Lies my sentiment of horror
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| Unleash the tyrant now
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| We kneel in the burial of our will
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| We are merely reflections now
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| Our bodies lie still
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| Your aphorism will bury you with the weight of a thousand
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| For I am resilient in my craving of revenge
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| To you my death might seem inevitable
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| A thought of which you will be forgiven
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| I feel glorious as death comes my way
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| Immortality resonates in the glorious dead
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| I am dangerous as I drift in the crimson tide of life
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| I am dangerous in the crossing of a threshold
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| Like a serpent to a saint, in the coming of my death
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| Lies my sentiment of horror |