Rise, and you'll fill their souls
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With all the precious of this world,
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And all the glory you'll receive?
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So What makes you supreme?
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Rise, and your crown is falling.
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I offer fantasy, and you,
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create the blind, with envy.
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Let the children come to me
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Their mother loves me, so shall they
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Woman, bleeding, ate my gifts
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Man was close behind
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Just like a snake I'm slithering
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Through my world divine
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And like the cat I'm stalking
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I'll take your soul and You'll
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Be like me
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In emptiness, free
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Just bow to me faithfully
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Bow to me splendidly
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God Of Emptiness
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| Morbid Angel |
