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We adapt to pain |
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In the hour we'll fight until the grave |
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As darkness sets on dead cells |
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Crawling rise, to which they fell |
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The dead sing out for my soul |
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Before they hide in their own hell |
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In this we dwell |
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In this we dwell |
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We are trapped in blame, in a tower of spite |
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Until the darkness strikes the death knell |
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Paralysed bewitch the spell |
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The dead sing out for my soul |
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A torment thrives this dismal shell |
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In This We |
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DwellIn This |
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We DwellAs darkness sets on dead cells |
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Crawling rise, to which they fell |
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The dead sing out for my soul |
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Before they hide in their own hell |
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In this we dwell |
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In this we dwell |