| Beneath the damned, beneath their rotting corpses
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| They lay in wait, as the marching band exhumes the dead
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| I bare the mark of a thousand burning city streets
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| The price of blame as the wage of sin devours man
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| To rot below, as if to seek the dead
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| My fate, unknown, to fight or fall victim
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| Compromise is met with failure, abolish what is known
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| Conspire and attain
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| They bleed for past transgressions, drowning in ignorance
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| They haven’t the slightest impression
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| Unwilling to beg for their lives
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| Their fate is so carefully constructed, made worse by the
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| Fueling of fire
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| My soul is the only objective that which their flesh desires
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| In the war, of the Gods we’re so greatly burdened
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| Confined to chains of our sins, as our lives are bartered
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| We must stand in the end, we must face our demons
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| Turn our backs to the sky, as we bleed for freedom
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| Burnt to ashes, consumed by sin
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| This hell awoken to purge thy sins |