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Under the sea there's clarity, blood streaming out of the underground (as we pass). |
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Corpse of the weak, floating in pieces throughout the coast, invincible hunters of death. |
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Refill my vain ! Smell the air - rotten and grim. |
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Salvation sees no end. |
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Pulverization of the underdogs. |
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Frozen, fried, bury their minds. |
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Liquid hits your face. From the grave of the heritage. |
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A stench of death spreads. Knife cuts deep, bloody organs. Alienated. |
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Future is on hold. Dark is upon you when you leave this world. |
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Chambers of death you shall feel |
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I bring my plague upon thee |
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Feed your head with electricity. |
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You bleed, you're strangled, and you |
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scream under my knife, your eye's |
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turn dark. Face the pain. |
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Decomposition. The sculpture was |
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unseen. The glorification of explicit life. |
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Infinity lies beyond consideration. |
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Submission has no end. |
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Superiority. Demoniac. |
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The burning holy. |
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(Filthy) |
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... What you call hell, is here ! |
