| The whites of their eyes are flush with devils blood
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| It was all too visceral to deceive — to lay to waste our own
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| No — Nothing can save us — This Pestilence will deliver us to our end
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| Our cancers rise- A passage paved — the imminence of wrath
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| It was all too visceral to deceive — to lay to waste our own
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| No — Nothing can save us —
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| This Pestilence will deliver us to our end
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| Now haunted by the mark of Death
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| From the tombs of five below
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| The Gathering of arms has fed and grown the highest flames
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| Our cancers rise and call on the Demons of Wrath
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| Now you see that see that it was all too visceral to deceive — to lay to waste
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| our own
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| No — Nothing can save us —
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| This Pestilence will deliver us to our end
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| We’re on the Road to Oblivion
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| Where The Huntress knows no bounds
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| We’re on the Road to Oblivion
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| From the Tombs of five below
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| We’re on the Road to Oblivion
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| The whites of our eyes are flush with devils blood
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| Eyes flush with Devils Blood
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| On the brink of the six end of life
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| Eyes flush with Devils Blood |