| Perplexing the face of death has noxious breath
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| Fills me with hate, subjugate every vermin
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| Quake
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| Conjure his word, Hell is well preserved
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| My heart it fills with anguish, I lust for the serpent’s cure
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| With every chiming bell, my soul has felt the bringer’s wound
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| Deprived of light and sanctum, submerged in the abyss
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| Behind the veil there lies a monster’s waking imminent
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| I arise
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| With pain I thrive
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| Consuming souls and bringing hell to life
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| I arise
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| With pain I thrive
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| Legions follow me into the night
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| Perplexing the face of death has noxious breath
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| Fills me with hate, subjugate every vermin
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| Bleed out slow
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| The skies are clear tonight
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| Perfect for sacrifice
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| This lamb, I will indulge
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| With every passing moment, I lust for death and doom
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| Desire is my tomb
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| I arise
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| With pain I thrive
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| Consuming souls and bringing hell to life
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| I arise
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| With pain I thrive
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| Legions follow me into the night
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| I was thought to be cursed and diseased
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| Perpetuating death, I am released
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| I arise
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| With pain I thrive
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| Consuming souls and bringing hell to life
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| I arise
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| With pain I thrive
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| Legions follow me into the night
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| I arise |