inhuman, the mounting of a tragedy macabre
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resurrection of the fallen, the undead start to rise
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driven by hunger for vengeance
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we're left with little time to question the motives of the damned
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we turn to science to make the puzzle whole
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what lies beyond those hollowed eyes
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we'll be defeated, destroyed by our own ghosts
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when the last grave has emptied
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when the last shred of hope melts away
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an endless swarm of damnation will swallow the last of humanity into the black
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in hiding, our dwindling numbers rush to find a cure
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the laws of reason are dissolving into never ending night
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mere shadows of their former selves
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we fall to friend and foe alike
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we stand abandoned by our gods
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backed into corners, there's nowhere left to hide
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the soils of hell shall keep them coming
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our feeble planet overrun with the legions of the dead
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we turn to science to make the puzzle whole
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what lies beyond those hollowed eyes
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we'll be defeated, destroyed by our own ghosts
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when the last grave has emptied
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when the last shred of hope melts away
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an endless swarm of damnation will swallow the last of humanity into the black
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[solo]
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fits of hysteria have claimed the hearts of man
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the panic ridden are consumed, their bones dry in the sun
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the zombies multiply with haste
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the streets are stained with human waste
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we turn to science to make the puzzle whole
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what lies beyond those hollowed eyes
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we'll be defeated, destroyed by our own ghosts
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when the last grave has emptied
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when the last shred of hope melts away
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an endless swarm of damnation will swallow the last of humanity into the black
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When The Last Grave Has Emptied
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| The Black Dahlia Murder |
