| I am death, I ride the serpent
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| Scales of silver through the fields
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| To reap all their holy barley
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| Oh Haema, feed this earth
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| Under the constellation of Nachash, bend to my will
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| When blood is my harvest, we will merge as one
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| Through the eyes of Kain I know the future is cursed
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| Through the hymns of the fallen I find the black light
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| And through silver and blood the thirst for the nectar
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| So let the blade fall, open the floodgates
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| So let the blade fall, spill the potion
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| So let the blade fall, reap the harvest
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| So let the blade fall, collect all that is mine
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| When blood is my harvest, we will merge as one
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| When blood is my harvest, I will take all that is mine
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| Under the constellation of Nachash, bend to my will
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| Under a darkened sky we will merge as one |