| I am the one who is always exhuming
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| I am the one you think you see in the darkest of nights
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| I have yet to reconcile the thoughts within myself
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| For still I am one with the dead
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| Oh, sanguine blood of thy corpse
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| Quench my thirst and stain my skin
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| Oh, how ironic it is
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| To feel so alive when you cease to exist
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| I adore what I have become
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| I have longed for such a love in my dreams
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| And my wrath will not subside until this love is mine
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| Forever, I remain the hideous figure treading these unholy grounds
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| For I have failed the one who has created me
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| My conscience is telling me to ingest the flesh of the deceased
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| And with my tongue, I shall lick the graves of all who will follow me
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| Mark my words: they will pay
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| I still am one with the dead
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| And I swear (And I swear)
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| To all that are dead, I swear
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| To all that are dead
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| You’re dead
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| Yeah!
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| And I swear
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| I swear to all that are dead
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| And I swear to all that are dead
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| And I swear to all that are dead, yeah!
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| And I swear to all that are dead |