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Standin' in front of me |
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Just like a living child |
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I like you fair creature |
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A dream that I made real |
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Virgins silver beauty |
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You should worship me |
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The world need you artifact |
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Of eternity |
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And out of darkness |
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There came that hands |
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Perverting nature |
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Molding men |
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Dying generations |
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Barter love for their life |
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Praise the almighty god |
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Before you draw the knife |
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And now I feel the ancient pulse |
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The pulse of death and birth |
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It flows through holy hands |
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Last acts of a dying beast |
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You'll never find a hand |
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No place to rest your head |
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No tender voice |
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There's no mother |
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DNS - What a madness |
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DNS - Exciting game - DNS |
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DNS - What a madness |
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DNS - Drives me insane - DNS |
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And out of darkness |
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There came that hands |
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Perverting nature |
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Molding men |
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I'll create your shape |
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Our character, too |
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A million times or more |
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DNS madness |
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They'll be perfect clones |
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Clones forever more |
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DNS - What a madness |
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DNS - Exciting game - DNS |
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DNS - What a madness |
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DNS - Drives me insane - DNS |
