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Between the lies, our dead language tongues |
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Before the dawns, our hearts they shall hunt |
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The smell of blood excites the nostrils |
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At first cut, the sanguinary worship of red |
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Spraying punctures, a sight so divine |
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Clutching her carcass, face frozen in time |
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A distorted dialect for the draining of veins |
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To the flooding of bed sheets with sick crimson rain |
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A warped diction of scriptures befouled |
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Traditions steeped within disgraces reviled |
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Father, unholy one, to your night realm, we bow |
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Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be |
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Damnation's diction, a deadly disclosure |
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Our poisons in their goblets drip |
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How perfectly hideous, so eloquently scribed |
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Each scripture so skillfully sick |
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Parchments scabbed over with plasmatic prose |
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Prophesize permanent night |
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The words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul |
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And bestow me with infernal might |
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A warped diction of scriptures befouled |
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Traditions steeped within disgraces reviled |
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Father, unholy one, to your night realm, we bow |
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Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be |
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Hatred and persistence destined to see |
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A complete eclipse of that hated sphere, the sun |
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By the light unspoken |
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This language of brutality |
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Enraptured, I have become unholy |
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Night's arms welcome me |
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Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be |
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Hatred and persistence, destined to see |
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A complete eclipse of that hated sphere, the sun |
