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Creators... |
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Evoke your tragedy. |
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Betrayers! |
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You can't deny your lust for destruction. |
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Predators... |
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Dance once more waltz with the flesh of your prey. |
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Your sharpened teeth will sink in a passionate kiss... |
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There's no hope for redemption. |
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In every funeral, I have been |
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Your cemeteries so secrene, with gothic dark cathedrals. |
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I am the Destroyer of Life, I hear you chanting for me. |
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A Great Mass... of Death |
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A Great Mass of Death |
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A Great Mass of Silence |
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It's the quiet of absence. |
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A Great Mass of Death |
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A Great Mass of Silence |
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A concerto of sadness. |
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A Great Mass of Death |
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A Great Mass... |
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Run! |
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A Great Mass of Death |
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A Great Mass of Silence |
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I am the Destroyer of Life, |
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I hear you chanting for me... |
