| Show me the face of uttermost madness
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| Reveal the mystery of time reversed
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| For in chaos lies mights forgotten
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| From which we all have emerged
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| Crawling from wombs — a vast reflection
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| A rupturing from deformed flesh
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| Yet a false revelation, a pointless effort
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| For the truth of al life is Death.
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| For your bodies form a giant shape
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| That cast shadows across all lands
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| Filled with the greatest of emptyness
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| Falling as it stands
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| A crucifix of flesh and bones
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| Lifeless, yet trembling in fear
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| For as sulphurflames are it’s consious
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| And the smothering is near
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| Emptyness spawn, pale stillborn breed
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| Blinded at birth and forever to be His tusks pierced through eyelids and tounge
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| Not even Death can set you free
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| .sense the smell of burning flesh
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| A titanic symbol of death’s overture
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| Impaled on behorned pain
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| The limb crucifix, built on remains
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| Of the cursed breed of Cain
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| It cries and it suffers, burning within
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| Reaching towards the sky
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| Anguish shaped by bloodstained flesh
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| A shadow of Satan, longing to die |