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Drain the blood, fill the barrels to the verge |
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Vein must flood, bodycount is rising for the dirge |
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All the creatures that are breathing must be bled |
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Cure of the ancients, ultimately we are all dead |
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Bloodletting |
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Rip my vein open and let the blood rain |
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Bloodletting |
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Splash in a gusher my soul will be stained |
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We all must bleed |
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The ones among stardust the ones of the deepest pits |
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Apostles of christ and those who so perfectly into hell fits |
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All behind heavens door and the ones to the ocean floor |
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Strong and beautiful or uttermost twisted |
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All will they bleed |
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Bloodletting |
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My bleeding inclination |
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Bloodletting |
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Your damnation |
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Drain the blood, fill the barrel to the verge |
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Vein must flood, bodycount is rising for the dirge |
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Wake up from this dream, the scythe you must kiss |
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And abandon the nightmare the flestful dream that life is |
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Bloodletting |
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Love the pain of the knife |
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Bloodletting |
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Death is bloodletting life |
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Till the final drop |
