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Caught in the wind are the voices of the damned |
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They harbinger the coming fray |
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You will be wise to heed as best you can or |
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Death embraces you as prey |
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You could sing the song of truth, the silent dirge of honor or meet your judgment in dismay |
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I could take you anytime anywhere my presence is sublime |
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Or I'll just kill you in your sleep |
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Just another pointless life sold cheap |
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A light that fades away turning to night from day and leaving here to drift away |
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I bring forth the end to you teh ph34r as |
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I come into view the last thing you will ever see is me (my eyes) |