| Father, I know that you’ve witnessed a darkness in me
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| 'Twas spawned in shadows of the old gallow’s tree
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| I’m but a sad, depraved reflection of our inhumanity
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| The warped exaggeration of the lost and darkest of dreams
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| Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire
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| Here now in mankind’s bleakest hour
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| Born of a casket, I’m the heir to a corpse
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| I’ve eyes that see maggots through the thin flesh they bore
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| I shall bloody my hands 'til the last breath be torn from me
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| So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets
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| Dead, the once feeling part of me
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| O lord divine, please break this silence
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| Destroy your race of faceless liars
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| At the edge of existence
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| We the clays of intention have ripened in your image
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| Ah, the binds of tradition
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| Your archaic deception numbs our empty beings
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| City that sleeps on a million graves
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| In a world full of hatred, to fear enslaved
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| Countless; |
| the dead slaughtered in your name
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| Not an utter of your voice have you once repaid
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| No above, no below, just a man letting go
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| When all my earthly desire is disowned
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| No screaming sirens should sound
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| No revelations profound
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| Simply lowered into the ground
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| That’s just what I’ll be, dead in the dirt
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| So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets
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| Dead, the once feeling part of me
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| Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire
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| Here now in mankind’s bleakest hour
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| O lord divine, please break this silence
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| Destroy your race of faceless liars
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| Necropolis |