| In this dark tribulation
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| Where weakest souls are immolated
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| As they slither and souls will collide
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| In the celebration of this ignored generation
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| Welcome to the world of the blood mortals
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| As they slither in the horror of the land
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| Into the breast of damnation’s glory
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| The ancient one is set for us to never see
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| In the dusk of the shadow horn
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| In the ending of all light
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| We are the dead
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| We are the living
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| We are the ones who will rise above the glory
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| We are the night
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| We are the children of the anti-Christ
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| A dance of immortality
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| Slipping our lust, shedding our mortality
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| Play with the fire of life
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| As my mind turns dark, I become eternal
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| How I wish for death
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| The peaceful notion of my nothingness
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| It’s written, it’s made up by the rotten flesh
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| This feeling a damned soul a notion of me
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| Ridden, by the cold winds of war
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| A walk a lonely path inside my mind
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| In this dark tribulation
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| Where weakest souls are immolated
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| As they slither and souls will collide
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| In the celebration of this ignored generation
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| Welcome to the world of the blood mortals
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| As they slither in the horror of the land
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| Into the breast of damnations glory |