| -From the womb of chaos I’ve been released,
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| Into a world of sorrow, pitchblack without belief
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| You’ve wandered off somewhere,
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| Now I can’t find you
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| With fevered eyes I’ve searched,
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| This black posterity
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| A million times for you
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| Unique, unheard-of, suppressed by all mankind,
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| This 25th hour of death stands
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| Revengeful and divine
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| The undercurrent of our consciousness,
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| Sucking us down
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| Sooner or later drowning us in oblivion
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| -I have cries for you, a multitude of tears has fallen
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| This sadened side of me, my friend
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| Composed by death,
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| Will also come to you,
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| Handed your notes to play eternal
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| In time we’ll see which one of us
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| That bleeds the most
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| Serene, reticent but indomitable
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| This symphony proceeds
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| Conductor: Death, Orchestra: Man, in the 25th hour;
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| Bleeding This blood-red undertow of
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| Existence, sucking hard
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| Dragging us all down, bleeding reality in it’s face! |