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It flows the obscene, a living death machine |
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Repent the day, this world first met your wondering mind |
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Stay at one with tears, the dark is near |
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It calls to you, now reach out |
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Amazed, as the wind is full and the night is day |
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Resist, to the golden sun and the virgin air |
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Release, as nature's spell was cast on you |
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Defeat, as your haunted soul breaks its shell |
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Bringing out the plead of instant death |
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Take your life, cross the line, don't be scared |
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Come to us |
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Below a wordly forest and beneath an awful sky |
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An always moving madness, creeps onward with the tide |
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A killer long and lasting, that washes all its sins |
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A silent shocking something, that draws us ever in |
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The creek of the dead, the creek of the waiting dead!!! |
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The sun shines on your worldless tomb |
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As life permits your soul to die |
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The creek it bathes, while nature blooms |
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With blood that flows, to bring new life |
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The life you gave is nothing now |
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While death reveals a sign of joy |
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The creek of the dead!!! |
