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Cradle newborn bastard in hands that seep in sin, |
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On looking through a crystal screen, |
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The bastardiser grins, |
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Soiling what was once a subtle and pure race, |
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I embed myself within her |
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And leae without a trace |
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Engulf your frail existence, |
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Rob you of your worth, |
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Feel contaminated at the hour |
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Of the bastard's birth, |
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Screaming through a smoke screen |
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Created by his breath, |
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Experience the shock |
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And the wrath of the bastard's threat |
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BASTARD |
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Bastardiser, conceived in death, |
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Bastardiser, fear my threat |
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Bastardiser, conceived in death, |
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Bastardiser, fear my threat. |
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Population rises |
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As the bastards commence my reign, |
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Blood replace raindrops, extirpate and main, |
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Their sky becomes his eyes, |
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Feeding from his vigor, |
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Each one aims their weapon |
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But it's him that pulls the trigger |