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Void of light |
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Apocalypse |
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Anti-Christ |
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So blasphemous |
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We could have it all |
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Or dwell in eternal darkness, |
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An open wound will never heal |
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And suffering is the only real consciousness |
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Wilted in the rotting flesh |
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A seed is sown in the putrid decay |
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A glimmer of hope in the face of death |
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Lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray |
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In the end the body will rot |
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But we are given the choice to decide |
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Hell wasn't made for us |
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Born with the choice live or die |
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Live or die |
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Live or die |
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In the end the body will rot |
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But we are given the choice to decide |
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Hell wasn't made for us |
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Born with the choice live or die |
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Void of light |
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Apocalypse |
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Anti-Christ |
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So blasphemous |
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We could have it all |
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Or dwell in eternal darkness, |
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An open wound will never heal |
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And suffering is the only real consciousness |
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Hell wasn't made for us |
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Hell wasn't made for us |
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Hell wasn't made for us |
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Don't give in to the wicked son |
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Hell wasn't made for us |
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Don't give in to the wicked son |
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We hold the key to the door of life |
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An open passage we have yet to see |
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A glimmer of hope in the face of death |
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Lying dormant in a grave for eternity |
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Live or die |
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Live or die |
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In the end the body will rot |
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But we are given the choice to decide |
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Hell wasn't made for us |
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Born with the choice live or die |
