Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude
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Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools
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Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient
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For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent
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Standing at the shore of lake of fire
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Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
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Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
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Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
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Blood mooney, for thirty pieces of silver
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You shall buy yourself the time
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The quivering meat conception, deflorate the virgin fair
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Succumb to your own passion, recieve the garland made from angel's hair
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Crown yourself, the thorns will cut you, bleeed your majesty
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But by dawn it will all satisfy no more, dethrones you weep
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Dumped along the shore of lake of fire
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Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
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Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
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Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
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So you've been left in chains to rot away in your own stinking rest
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You'll hang till death in your own entrails
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What you're gonna do, peasants with nukes
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But death you'll see shall make us free
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Lake Of Fire
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