| The door that leads to the promise land
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| Granting my life and death the same
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| As the archangel with the scabbed eyes
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| Pressing my heart to feel the blame
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| Everything is black where light go dies
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| Putrid rain and burnt-red skies
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| In the place where evil resides
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| A crimson ray of blistering sunlight
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| Pierces the silent wind
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| As freezing water stabs
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| Your clammy, delicate skin
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| Devilish deeds
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| Devilish deeds
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| Devilish deeds
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| Devilish deeds
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| Ultimate brutality is an art
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| It’s not an end, it’s a start
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| Tragedy is a transport, destruction is life
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| Death is love and enlightenment is strife
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| To some this is a living hell
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| They never accept the puppet strings
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| Mentally locked in a coma shell
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| While others adapt and live like kings
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| Devilish deeds
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| Devilish deeds
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| Devilish deeds
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| Devilish deeds
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| Ultimate brutality is an art
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| It’s not an end, it’s a start
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| Tragedy is a transport, destruction is life
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| Death is love and enlightenment is strife
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| Demons dancing in harmony
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| Music plays with no melody
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| Ultimate brutality is an art
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| It’s not an end, it’s a start
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| Tragedy is a transport, destruction is life
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| Death is love and enlightenment is strife
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| Devilish deeds do well to waste
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| Screaming when time’s erased
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| The fucking sun will set on your face
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| Devilish deeds do well to waste
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| Rraaaah, rraaaah! |