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[Music: Morris, Jarvis] |
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[Lyrics: Kloeppel] |
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Transfixion, a sickle to the neck |
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Disfigured by the malady of man: |
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Time, prevailing |
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A cross to bear; our end |
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Finite, our fascination |
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With death, to behold |
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Our lives in consecration |
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We dwell... in halls of the night |
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Transcending the path |
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With our crosses to bear |
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Transcending the path |
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Finite, our fascination |
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With death, to behold |
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Our lives in consecration |
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We dwell... in halls of the night |
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Opened wide unto the core of our being |
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Poisoned minds, in the gyre turning |
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Unlatched inside, the gate is swinging |
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The pain subsides but the fire's still burning |
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A cross to bear |
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Perpetual |
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This sallow affair |
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Interminable |
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Intertwined and locked in despair |
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Obsessed with death, the affliction we share |
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Gashing out the jaws, the visceral sound |
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The heed the call |
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The call from the underground |
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Consciousness |
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Suspended in stone |
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The blackness |
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Calling us home |
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We are but sirens with our crosses to bear |
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And stones to cast out into the air |
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A faction bound by possession |
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A faction bound by aggression |
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Our cross to bear |
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Our cross to bear |
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Weight, the burden |
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A cross to bear |
