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Those who would take the lives of men |
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Set fire to the staves as the master spoke through them |
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Born of wax, cast in clay |
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A horrible likeness that bares your name |
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Rip the eyes out throw them away |
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Scatter the ashes conjured by his slaves |
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As mind and body drift further apart |
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The candle burns down and stops your heart |
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Black as jet |
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Black as jet |
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Black as jet |
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Black as jet |
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Old as thunder in hundred of shapes |
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Eagerly suffering in his name |
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Carnal violence by candle mass |
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The days move slow and the nights won't pass |
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Lose the left hand dig up the grave |
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Succumb to the siren who lives in the flame |
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Soiled suspicion the towns on the take |
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She will meet her fate at the stake |
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Black as jet |
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Black as jet |
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Black as jet |
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Black as jet |
