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Come suffering, |
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Apocalypse |
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Release the fires of |
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Hell I call upon destruction and despair |
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Here the days of slumber end |
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I beckon the night to live and overcome the fear |
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Come sin, come shame congregation of contempt |
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I bid you welcome to the pyre |
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Will our objective truths withstand this affliction? |
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I venture |
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Let it all come down! |
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The deafeaning sound of trumpets roar |
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In celebration of impending chaos |
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This is not terror, this is not war |
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Beyond repentance |
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This is the call of the abyss. |
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As deep cuts of truth |
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As a fire that closes the wound |
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So is my redemption |
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Beyond repentance |
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This is the ordeal of fire |
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Come suffering, |
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Apocalypse |
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Release the fires of |
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Hell I call upon destruction and despair |
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Not for vengeance |
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Not for power |
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Beneath the ashes |
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I walk |
