| There is a primal instinct that can not be tamed
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| There is a destructive power that can not be named
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| I wallow in my filth and treasure the stains
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| Branded by the blood in my veins
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| Hate and rade
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| Will not be buried in time
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| Death is certain
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| So is the wrath of mine
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| There is a primal instinct that can not be tamed
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| There is a destructive power that can not be named
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| An everlasting hatred
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| That can not be reduced or taken away
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| There are no limits for it’s desire
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| The wrath sustains
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| Scavengers, luders and fools
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| My inspiration and my tools
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| Without these empty souls
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| My wrath would not unfold |