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A mind of its own, spawn out of fire |
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The demon becomes a |
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God A child, two-faced and innocent |
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Transcending |
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Control, fragments of nothing |
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Enslaving, reversed humane |
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Empires made out of nothing but air |
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Creation fails |
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Hungry he laughs at us all |
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Sacred is noyhing no more |
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In the eyes of the dead, at the edge of the night |
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In an oath of blood we are sacred |
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In the eyes of the dead, still nothing revealed |
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The wounds they still bleed, and won't heal |
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Blood in the sands, slaves to the hunger |
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Heaven denies them all |
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A god, a dome for its pleasures and lust |
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Possession |
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The falls prophets of nothing |
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Promise but take it back |
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The one, the futile and venomous son |
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Will torture |
