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Weeping, those who strive. Mortal, you will die. We march, no more. |
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Waiting for the dead to show. |
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I will see them burn in their own flames. |
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I will hunt them down with their own sword. |
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I will spill their blood in their own house. |
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Desultory, will of the world. Killed by their own god. |
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Killed by their brothers. New world rising. |
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An unseen dimension. Rebirth, through this new experience religion of nothing |
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And still I search for a meaning for my strings to sound like the horn that kept me in this trance. |
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The creator, they slay. They've taken his had. |
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We've taken their eyes. Drinking their own blood to survive. I saw him and I'm still alive. |
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Where's your holy ? |
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Consider yourself dead as you walk through the city. Designed just for people like you. |
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No one cares if you're bleeding. Bait for others. Machines of the unknown. |
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Starts ripping your eyes, your head. Showing of weakness in your life. |
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In the dark hours you will see nothing but light. Pain will be reality itself. |
