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Never have I seen thee in these cold rooms of the night |
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Never felt thy presence amidst the horror and blight |
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It is but ourselves we have to face in the end |
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When there are no depths left for us to descend |
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Gone past the shades of god and the gods of shades |
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Embraced morbid flesh with brand new blades |
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Explored dimensions of death in a thousand ways |
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In this unlife that begun with the end of days |
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The stage lies abandoned |
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The actors all gone to their graves |
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The curtains remain undrawn |
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and none of us saved... |
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Bring me my demons! |
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I am now ready to face |
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For I have crossed rivers of denial |
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Bring me my shadows! |
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Stripped from all traces of grace |
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I am prepared to begin my trial |
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Souls long lost and forgotten somehow |
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Past all life only the dead can save me now |
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Bring me my demons! |
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All Hell I am ready to face |
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Grown so weary from all this denial |
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Bring me my shadows! |
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Stripped from all traces of grace |
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I am now ready to begin my trial |
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So go and gather all the children of Hell |
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The story is ending, the book will soon be shelved |
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This undying final chapter in the tale of our kind |
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Once it was our world but we gave it to the blind |
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So go and gather all the children of Hell |
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The story is ending, the book will soon be shelved |
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So go and gather all the sons of men left behind |
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For once it was our world but we gave it to the blind... |