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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 |
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Death. 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 |
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His tusks pierced through eyelids and tounge |
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Not even Death can set you free ..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 |
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Cain 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 |
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Satan, longing to die |
