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Born into a fatal illness |
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Ascension unto a graceless sphere |
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Yet the chain forged in sulphurfires |
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Emerges with them through labias lair |
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The stench, the curse, the sacrilige divine |
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The enduring of rupturing cold |
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Brought to life, crushed to dust |
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By an impenetratable presence of dark |
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Incarnation of plauges and of longdead pests |
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Fornication of all brought to life |
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Shadow majestic, spell infernal |
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At the core of mankind as a lifefeasting tumor |
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This curse if to haunt and to kill and to crush |
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For it's claws are the flesh of all life |
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It's eyes are the souls that burns at hell's heart |
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The ones who are blessed from it's strife |
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This plauge is to die and again to be reborn |
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Through eternity and beyond |
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For it is life, the rabid death's curse |
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Cast by the firstborn, never to be gone |
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Of sharpened steel and of hanging ropes |
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Is the cure of this illness made |
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For all lifes that walk are possessed by a curse |
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And in the end it all shall fade |
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Blessed from the filth |
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Touched by the mystery |
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Carressed by the dark |
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Left as a snake to crawl and to curse |
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May the seas they boil |
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And the napalm rain |
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Let mankind fade |
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For still it shall reign |
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Behold the burning of earth |
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And your feeble creation |
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Still cosmos shall tremble |
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Beneath his domination |
