| Cold is the grave, down underneath
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| Another shape appeared from evil
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| Emerging from my blackest nightmares
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| The hunt is on, I stand alone
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| I made a pact with all my demons
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| Sending out the final bullet
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| Wide awake, determination, built up fear of superstition
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| Grab my soul and I devour, reach out for your final hour
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| Re-ignited — enter nightmare — it won’t save my soul
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| The evil is rising, what to believe
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| Not dead nor alive now — tile blackness is all I see
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| Inside me I’m fighting, I’ve been deceived
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| Finally find out, the right hand of the devil is me
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| The rise, black hour, and I am rolling in the night
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| I was demonic, apocalypse is now in sight
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| Unchain the devil, is in my eyes as you will see
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| The aim, the bullet, burning away all underneath
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| Driven and baptized in fire, re-define the broken liar
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| Say your prayers onto the ashes, outcast now to reach the glorious
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| Its unwinding — no more hiding — reach out for your soul
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| The evil is rising, what to believe …
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| I am the black deceiver, defeat the cold beneath us
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| The wolf and sheep are all the same, against each other
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| No place for saints and sinners, the evil and the killers
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| The bleeding now awaits us all, before the dawning will come
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| Dawning will come, dawning will come
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| The evil is rising, what to believe…
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| Its beckoning me
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| The evil rising, what to believe… |