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Back from the dead |
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Across the axis of dreams |
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A malicious hunger |
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The bloodline still streams |
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I am a martyr of the dark side |
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A tyrant in soul and flesh |
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Triumphant I stand in a blaze of fire |
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As dark silhouettes of dancing shadows |
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Caress me with desire |
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I rise from the abyss below |
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A disciple of darkness |
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Bound to this earth |
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The spirit wander |
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In a realm of emptiness |
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I am a martyr of the dark side |
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A tyrant in soul and flesh |
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My art is a reflection, a mirror of tormented images |
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A labyrinth of morbid minds cathedral halls of stone |
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Abysmal ruins |
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Walking a path of putrefied flesh |
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In the garden of rotting sculptures |
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Everything dwells in an aura of death |
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And the presence of nocturnal vultures |
