| Flames of Hell lick this tower of cards
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| The Devil’s called our bluff on the hand he’s dealt
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| Exodus, awaken to consume
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| Rip the flesh from us
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| Tear the core apart
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| As the weeds slither over our own coffin
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| Lucifer has arrived
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| Now risen to collect in pain and suffering
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| His fire burns with the sins of indulgent wealth
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| The time of reckoning at hand
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| Crumbled cities at our feet
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| With no time left to take a stand
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| Carnage abound and death replete
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| Those who survive to tell the stories of their scars
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| May well continue the road to nothingness
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| For human nature is to drown out what we wish to forget
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| And thus we drown ourselves in Satan’s caress
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| Fallen, we will not stand up or band together
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| Only time will tell if our wounds will heal
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| The fiend destroys himself time and time again
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| No memories remain, no peace of mind attained
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| We turn to God, but he turns away
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| We turn on our brothers cutting ties and killing hope
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| We turn inward to see the treacherous, to see the parasite
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| We turn a blind eye to the sacrifice
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| Suffering will be our salvation
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| Death and rebirth are one
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| And though we perish, at last we vanquish
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| The scourge that we’ve become |