| All of the elements are filled with black
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| Consuming my body
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| My preceding visions fade to white
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| And that’s when I hear shrieks
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| I smell fire engulfing all of those slain before me
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| With their souls slashed apart
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| The weaker discarded, towering above
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| I feel their feet brush my hair
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| Virgins grinning slightly as they crawl
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| Across the molten fields dripping with sweat
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| Bringing rotting phallus’s near
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| Here to satiate you as you’re hemorrhaging
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| Set forth almighty futures
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| Release your almighty sin
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| The falling of the sky barely
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| Tells the end is near
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| Mephisto murmurs in my ear
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| «Light has fallen my child
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| A new day is dawning, as I’m ever
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| Spawning serpents that slip down my legs»
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| Barely brought back to life
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| Visuals of the supreme dimly lit
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| In bearing my assassin, as I fall into truth
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| Frustration sets in while
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| I’m forced into this escalation
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| I’m slipping away into a distant reality
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| Where my sights stretch higher than the clouds of God
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| Disgusted by this constant trepidation
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| I kneel upon these golden steps to heave
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| Christ calls «Behold, my crown is dawn»
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| While the angels flock the skies that burn
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| Wrath
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| How unexpectedly
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| Swaggering in my invincibility
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| Laid on the fall of this retribution
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| In the deficient city, I stand hard
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| Emerging from those luscious pearly gates
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| Saint Peter begins to cackle
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| «Inside you’re nothing» |