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Murderers, the world falls dead |
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Beautiful blackened skies |
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Reflect upon the streaks of red |
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Nothing, is what we are |
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A bottomless pit of darkness |
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IN search of souls to scar |
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Witness, the lawless swarm |
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Self inflicted holocaust |
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Worship the God of Scorn |
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The plague called man |
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Ruler of barren horizons |
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And vast empty lands |
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A manifest dream of desolation |
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Dark shadows spread across |
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All of his deadly creations |
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Death incarnate, our world euthanized |
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Lying in state, |
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Mouring our own demise |
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Witness, the lawless swarm |
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Self inflicted holocaust |
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Worship the God of Scorn |
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The plague called man |
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Ruler of barren horizons |
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And vast empty lands |
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Creator of cataclysms |
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Agent of destruction |
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Apocalyptic visions |
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Relent to these seductions |
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All of our tears are shed in vain |
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For spitting at God |
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Vengeance is slow and filled with pain |
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Destitute, unholy vision |
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Deep is the slumber |
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That calls us into submission |
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Witness, the lawless swarm |
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Self inflicted holocaust |
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Worship the God of Scorn |
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The plague called man |
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Ruler of barren horizons |
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And vast empty lands |
