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Slumbering in swamps drowned my purest power for centuries to see a dawn to come |
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I watch it every step it takes as it grabs mu thorned soul coiled in black ulcers wounded to feel the pain in joy |
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Wounded to stand the suffering and see them be condemned for ever |
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Hurt to grow black scars to show them all our might see them come in bloody streams formed by living satanic dreams |
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The sound of humans poundering heart that stole so many precious moments is stabbed to silence, and turned to wonder |
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For us, sounds of lovely pain. |
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A touch of death stains their souls |
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Above where angles dwelled |
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Above all might defenced of life and whom in every man shall be remembered |
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Buried in a bloodred doom |
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No end shall find a key to set them free and relieve their burdens |
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Nothing is to be forgiven |
