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Burning through the pages of history |
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Ruthless like an ancient plague on words |
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Onwards with our tales of inglory |
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Infecting worlds beneath our herds |
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Burning! Ruthless! Onwards! |
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Infecting worlds beneath our herds... |
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But now the silence has spoken |
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The curtains drawn to reveal a whole new play |
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Play no more with your games of war |
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For we all in Death's sweet lullaby...now sway |
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The warmth, the light, the joy, all the love and the care |
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The cold, the dark, the grim, all the death and despair |
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Within these walls they have all turned the same |
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And with eyes aflame we cast around the blame... |
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Burning - with flames long died out |
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Ruthless - with no one to cast down |
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Onwards - on a road long dried out |
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Infecting - the dead with life newfound |
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Burning... Restless... Onwards... |
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Infected by this death unbound... |
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This is not the calm before the storm |
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For they have now become as one |
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Fix your eyes from the outworn |
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To see what this world has become... |
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This is not the odd outside the norm |
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For this is all we'll ever be |
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So feast your eyes upon the swarm |
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And let it all devour thee |
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Awake! Sleeping through the ages |
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In dark dreams that go on for days |
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Grim sights in these slow hours |
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We pray the soul within us would slay... |
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The warmth, the light, the joy, all the love and the care |
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The cold, the dark, the grim, all the death and despair |
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Within our hearts we know who are to blame |
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And long ago we have learned to curse our names... |
