Deep I dig to discover the truth
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Deep inside where secrets hide
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I hunt the hierarchy's highest heroes
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To hurt where vulnerability lies
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Roses burning on a roaring ore
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Of secret desires, hate and admirance
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Within your soul, your mind and core
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And leave you torn like an open sore
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Without the use of violence
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...Unless, of course, I have the chance
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Now you'll see, now you'll find, now you'll recognize me
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Caught in my grasp as you gasp to try and feel the air
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Now you'll see, now you'll find how my ways work
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You can try what you can to seek to find the answer here
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Society's wars means little to me,
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I have my pleasures, I have my affairs
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My own agendas are impossible to see
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Before you find yourself exposed in my lair
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I sting and stain your insane soul,
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I sting where it is fatal
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You won't feel a thing at all
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Unless you cause my house of cards to fall...
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Try and find me
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You'll find yourself lost in my maze
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Try and get free
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But I don't think you'll find the way
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Now you'll see, now you'll find, now you'll recognize me
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You're caught in my grasp as you gasp to feel the air
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Now you'll see, now you'll find how my ways work
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You can try what you can to seek to find the answer here
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[Solo]
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Step not close to me, because I may bite
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As soon as you're stepping into my sight
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No use to run or to try for flight
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If I've seen you and feel you're the right
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Jigsaw-puzzle-piece I need
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To fulfill my ongoing deed
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Of spreading my little, infectious line
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Of immortal, blood feeding breed
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Try and run now
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Because you don't know the power of the blood bond
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You can't hide how
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Ever hard you try to find a haven safe enough to sleep
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You can't hear me
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Before I sneak up next to your resting-place
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Nor can you see me
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Before you look into my yellow eyes and
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Feel your hope vanish in the air
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And my bite sinking into your neck
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[Zetite - Comments]
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[This song was at the brink of causing us trouble with a company in Atlanta, whose name I shall not mention. It is based, I guess some of you already know, on the roleplaying game Vampire: The Masquerade (personally, I like the Dark ages setting better). I was quite fascinated by the song Death Becomes All from the "Angelic Voices Calling" MCD, and by this I spent my chance to make another song, in which the narrator describes how neatly he can tear off your head and shove it up your ass. I like these kind of songs.]
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[Yet, I feel the lyric piece did not come very close to what a Setite in the roleplaying game might be like. Given this music, i think it was deadborn in the first place. Maybe Baali or Brujah would have fitted better, maybe even Malkavians... but I like Setites...]
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[- Narrenschiff]
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Zetite
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| Illnath |
