One thousand different rooms full of pain
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One thousand rooms full of different pain
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There are no words to describe all the horror
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Which these thick stonewalls have witnessed
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Voyaging into the ravines in their empty eyes
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You can observe all those Demons as they rise
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Experiencing the perverse form of true art
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All the poetry in dead flesh and suffocated love
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Listen carefully to the dialogue between your skin and these rusty blades
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Feel free to appreciate our ways to progress you
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Worship the blackened lights in our forwarded hearts
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As we turn your filthy body into a piece of art
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The desecration of god's image is almost completed
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As your desperation enriches this masterpiece
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The symmetry of mutilation is worth marveling
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All the artists wait for your pulse to seize
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In the breathless flesh exhibition our loyality is comprised
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Through the materialising of sickness our praises are combined
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With the magnificience of this art we hail Thee, oh Satan!!!
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Listen carefully to the dialogue between your skin and these rusty blades
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Feel free to appreciate our ways to progress you
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Worship the blackened lights in our forwarded hearts
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As we turn your filthy body into a piece of art
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Breathless Flesh Sculpture
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Alghazanth |