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Spells lay daggers before me |
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Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs |
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Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain |
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The tumour grows until the enemy is slain |
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Slightless storm |
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Knee-deep in hate I seeth |
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My purpose here has woken to breath |
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Total war on the brethren of Men |
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Millions regardless |
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Dying by my hand |
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A Black Age Of Fire |
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Brief in its vicious eloquence |
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Removing the dross |
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Love will arise from the ashes of your loss |
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Then and only then |
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Will the pleasure of Eden be mine |
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And the sinews of life itself will be tied |
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In the very veins of my bloodline |
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And your tears taste like wine... |
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I will rule as a king |
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And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen |
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In the glory of the Earth our crowns are studded |
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With the jewels of blasphemy |
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Blasphemy |
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The blood is the life |
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The blood is the life |
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I seek to evoke a new order in Man |
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A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem |
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The lion is vexed to uproot and descend |
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Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust |
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Tempering weapons of criminal lust |
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I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies |
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Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease |
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The blood is the life |
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The blood is the life |
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Even the moon will not lend thee her light |
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The darkness serves will to snuff out human life |
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That I might reclaim the world as my right |
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I kill without scruple or silent regret |
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In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect |
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For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain |
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Tiny red miracles falling like...Rain |
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The incessant pall of death surrounds me |
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But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed |
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There will be no dread thereafter |
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The mysteries I reveal unto thee |
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I stir the hearts of the wisest |
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By the fools I will always be feared |
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My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter |
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A crescendo of passion |
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Bleeding... |
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On the pale reflection of dawn |
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Devour the sun |
