Contorted, face of deceit, bound and forsaken...
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Fearful tales from a soul
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Tempted in slumber
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A puppet, dancing to tunes
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Nightmares, bring them to wake
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A dagger ready to bare, inflict the fear, a trembling sensation
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Like moths to a flame, instant delusion, the memory escapes
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But the verdict draws near
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Hear the cry
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DEATH SENTENCE
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DEATH, DEATH
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DEATH SENTENCE
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The winter storm, gleams of ice,
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It shatters the mind of man
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Bound by the hands of fate never to forgive,
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Never to relinquish
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Hear the cry
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DEATH SENTENCE
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DEATH, DEATH
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YOUR DEATH SENTENCE
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THRASH!
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Nothing remains
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Nothing, NOTHING REMAINS!
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[Solo: Masochist]
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Dark visions still haunting
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Spirits soon appear
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Watching and waiting
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Terror draws near
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[Solo: Masochist]
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Futile pleas for mercy are drowned in the seas of vengeance,
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Protected by reality no more!
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Bow down to your master!
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Death Sentence
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| Gospel Of The Horns |
