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Memories of torment strikes me. |
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Attemps were made to suffocate me at birth. |
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Fools, I was already ancient. |
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Thou can not kill what breeds within Thee. |
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Alas, this agony, the emptiness of earthborn pride |
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hath stirred my faithful heart which guided me to darker paths. |
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Far away from their pestilent ways |
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cleansed was I from deceitful grace. |
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Yet, put to scorn was I |
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by those unclean. |
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Enslaved by ignorance |
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they blindly spat upon |
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the deity of hate. |
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Awake is the darkest fiend. |
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By the fallen one I shall arise. |
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Upon bewildered masses, |
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to whom the indulgence of my soul portray as sin made god, |
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I shall revile and quell the source |
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whence mockery of my kind derive. |
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This I know: Facile shalt my quest not come to pass. |
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Deathwish be my gift to all at last. |
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Honour. Commended no longer as virtue. |
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Yet, shalt be extolled by light's demise. |
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By the fallen one I shall arise. |
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Arise. |
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[Guitar lead.] |
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Believer, |
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speak not to me of justice, |
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for none have I ever seen. |
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By God, I shall give as I receive. |
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Betrayer, |
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speak not to me at all. |
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You and this world |
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ripped my ****ing heart out. |
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Again... again... and again... |
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Again... and again... |