| Forgotten, miles below the surface
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| Through catacombs of stone
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| In moss covered tunnels
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| Labyrinthine are the shadows in which we do roam
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| In bondage, kept the vessels
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| The living, breathing beasts
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| Hosts to a meal most exquisite
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| The very blood their veins do keep
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| Herding them in
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| Forcibly reproduced
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| Impatience to sink our fangs in deep
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| Rarely transcending youth
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| A farm of human beings
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| Inbred, the speechless stock
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| Sightless eyes, vestigial now
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| Never to know the glowing sun
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| Shepherd them in
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| Violently consumed
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| In captivity, so fearfully
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| To become this evening’s food
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| Blood mine
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| Feed on the weaklings
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| Blood mine
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| Harvest this nectar of life
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| Blood mine
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| Cyclic devourment
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| Over ages, perfected
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| Your earth is protected—
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| For now…
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| Our curse must be sated somehow
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| A secret best kept underground
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| Destroy, create
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| Manacled skin, grey
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| Vampiric, we feast
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| The bigger the mortal, the harder they bleed
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| In bondage, kept the vessels
|
| The living, breathing beasts
|
| Hosts to a meal most exquisite
|
| The very blood their veins do keep
|
| Herding them in
|
| Forcibly reproduced
|
| Impatience to sink our fangs in deep
|
| Rarely transcending youth
|
| Blood mine
|
| Feed on the weaklings
|
| Blood mine
|
| Harvest this nectar of life
|
| Blood mine
|
| Cyclic devourment
|
| Over ages, perfected
|
| Your earth is protected—
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| For now… |