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Terror reaching for me when I am dead |
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It preaching be fault, match you in love rider on the bones |
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With fission got the snake on deep |
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Parable fate, to die under ruin, we go wherever you down |
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Pierced by grey ophidian wall |
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Dab my heart; break within worried and worried again |
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Horror; five sadness goal up |
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The serial pain maybe to rise it trapped this cult of evil |
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"God, it's true you god. It's true you? |
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To way you'd my down to you" |
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Its back to fight to terror, life is wrapper of time |
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To pored your ground Zolath beyond lie life |
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The chill your rotting kingdom as rising from the elm |
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Travel far to world above the sure love |
