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Can the pestilence within' you be bled out |
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May I have the honor of this amputation? |
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Know that you have made an enemy |
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To show you the meaning of indignity |
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I live now solely for the pleasure of your slow decay. |
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Feel the pain of vengeance burn you. |
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Soon you shall know silence. |
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Silence. |
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With trembling hands you'll beg for mercy. |
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I'll show you none. |
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I'll show you none. |
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Purified by my hand |
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In this my world. |
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In this my world. |
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It is salvation. |
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Your futile existence draws to a close |
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A cloak of lies drops. |
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The lies drop. |
