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Dunwich child, |
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You know not your fathers' name. |
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Dope numbs the pain, |
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Ascend dark wooded hills to kane. |
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Your mothers' witches, |
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Burnt at the stake for sorcery. |
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You were conceived, |
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Upon the altar, rites obscene. |
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Child of Dunwich rise |
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You have your fathers' eyes |
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Child of Dunwich rise |
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End the world that you despise |
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Dunwich child, |
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Of whispered past now they'll learn. |
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High on the hill, |
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Black clouds gather now they'll burn |
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Bay at the stars. |
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"Why was I born at all?" |
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Hear voice of doom, |
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From other worlds your fathers' call. |
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Our time has come, |
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The end has begun... |
