| Born into a fatal illness
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| Ascension unto a graceless sphere
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| Yet the chain forged in sulphurfires
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| Emerges with them through labias lair
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| The stench, the curse, the sacrilige divine
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| The enduring of rupturing cold
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| Brought to life, crushed to dust
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| By an impenetratable presence of dark
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| Incarnation of plauges and of longdead pests
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| Fornication of all brought to life
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| Shadow majestic, spell infernal
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| At the core of mankind as a lifefeasting tumor
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| This curse if to haunt and to kill and to crush
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| For it’s claws are the flesh of all life
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| It’s eyes are the souls that burns at hell’s heart
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| The ones who are blessed from it’s strife
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| This plauge is to die and again to be reborn
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| Through eternity and beyond
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| For it is life, the rabid death’s curse
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| Cast by the firstborn, never to be gone
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| Of sharpened steel and of hanging ropes
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| Is the cure of this illness made
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| For all lifes that walk are possessed by a curse
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| And in the end it all shall fade
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| Blessed from the filth
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| Touched by the mystery
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| Carressed by the dark
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| Left as a snake to crawl and to curse
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| May the seas they boil
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| And the napalm rain
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| Let mankind fade
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| For still it shall reign
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| Behold the burning of earth
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| And your feeble creation
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| Still cosmos shall tremble
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| Beneath his domination |