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The night callsas the evening light fadescast your shadowand cover this earthbury the surfaceand possess the nights darkcome forth, put spells on my thoughts. |
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I am the master of decease |
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I am the pain that grows within your soul |
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I am this worlds doom maker. |
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From another world |
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He arise from the ruinswhich will be their gravesspawn of satangather as oneand set this world in flames. |
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We are the seeds of firespreading in the wind |
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Masters of your sorrow |
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And now, we will bring you down.has corrupted my soul. |
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We are the master of decease |
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We are the pain that grows within your soul |
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We are this worlds doom maker. |
