Sorrow filled days of disease, the faceless shadows arise.
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The fear once among the lust, now reflects creations demise.
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So to the idols wait for the impending doom, under a godless sky, yet we walk
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on further atop the broken glass.
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For our feet will heal but our souls stay doused.
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With humanity's blood, await the crucifixion, no one is forgiven, everything
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precious lost.
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Sanctified to God, carved into our souls, carved into our past, our lives
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severed!!!
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Our lives remain severed!!!
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Severed
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| Hatebreed |
