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Riding on the flames of death |
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Into this last night fear relents |
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As we race through skies upon Azrael's wings |
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He has com to set us free from this earthbound misery |
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Father of macabre you possess the key |
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To heavens black galactic morgue |
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Chosen few seek your reward |
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In solitude, perpetual silence |
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Cosmic womb, eternal solace |
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Embracing cosmic mysteries |
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To worlds below he's sent a wreath |
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Elated black angel; our requiem he sings |
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As tears of Nebula fill black holes |
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Drowning galaxies of lost souls |
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We continue our ascent to heavens low |
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No turning back from galactic morgue |
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Chosen few find your reward |
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In solitude, perpetual silence |
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Cosmic womb, eternal solace |
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Colossal grave of shadows, extinction of mankind |
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Eternal morgue or sorrows, no beauty left behind |
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Void of shadows, man's colossal grave |
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Ball of ash to zero fades |
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Nothing left to mourn, all has died, ever born |
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Barren voyage static drone |
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Stark oblivion reigns so cold |
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Dropped out of existence, we've found our home |
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In heaven's black galactic morgue |
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Chosen few have found our reward |
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In solitude, perpetual silence |
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Cosmic womb, eternal solace |
