| The night falls near
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| I feel the calm breath of the shadows on my
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| Shoulder
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| Venomous fumes burn my eyes
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| Traces of sulfur bite my swollen lips
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| There’s nowhere to run (nowhere to hide)
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| Nowhere to escape this wretched nightmare
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| Infected by the darkness I am
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| Crossbred at the shore of time
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| Demons of the wasteland
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| Enemies of the soul
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| Killing for pleasure
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| Feasting on blood like wine
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| This is the dawn of the new breed
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| The pitch-black age of shadows
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| Revelation in a spiritual form
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| Celebration of the weakness of the flesh
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| This is the dawn of the new breed
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| The pitch-black age of shadows
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| Revelation in a spiritual form
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| Celebration of the weakness of the flesh
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| Infected — Scorched by the black flame
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| Infected — By the demon seed
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| Infected — Disease of the mind, body and soul
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| Infected — I am
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| Insemination through contamination
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| Bastard sons of a new generation
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| Embryos grow in isolation
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| A power source for the annihilation
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| How I wish my eyes would lie and deceive
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| For in the shadows I must run and hide
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| Flee far away from this constrained malice
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| Find a way back home
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| This is the dawn of the new breed
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| The pitch-black age of shadows
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| Revelation in a spiritual form
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| Celebration of the weakness of the flesh
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| The sky burns red as the razor-torn clouds
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| Collide with the last rays of the dying suns
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| A breath of evil shivers the leaves of these
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| Ancient trees
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| There’s something wicked in these woods
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| An unknown force
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| Something sacred, mesmerizing
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| Slithering like a serpent
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| The whisper of the wind is calling me
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| And the sky burns red
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| And the sky burns red
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| I am infected
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| The night falls near
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| I feel the calm breath of the shadows on my
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| Shoulder
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| Venomous fumes burn my eyes
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| Traces of sulfur bite my swollen lips
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| There’s nowhere to run
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| Infected by the darkness I am |