Between the lies
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our dead language tongues
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before the dawns
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our hearts they shall hunt
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the smell of blood excites the nostrils at first cut
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the sanguinary worship of red spraying punctures a sight so divine clutching her carcass face frozen in time
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a distorted dialect for the draining of veins
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to the flooding of bed sheets with sick crimson rain
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a warped diction of scriputres befould
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traditions steeped within disgraces reviled
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father unholy one to your nightrealm we bow
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nocturnal majesty sworn to black we'll always be
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damnation's diction a deadly disclosure
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our poisons in their goblets drip how perfectly
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hideous so eloquently scribed each scripture so skillfully sick parchments scabbed over with plasmatic prose
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prophesize permanent night
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the words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul and bestow me with infernal might
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a warped diction of scriptures befouled
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traditions steeped within disgraces reviled
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father unholy one to your nightrealm we bow
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nocturnal majesty sworn to black we'll always be
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hatred and persistence destined to see
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a complete eclipse
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of that hated sphere the sun
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solo
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by the light unspokken
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this language of brutality
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enraptured i have become
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unholy nights arms welcome me
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nocturnal majesty sworn to black we'll always be
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hatred and persistence destined to see
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a complete eclipse
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of that hated sphere the sun
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Nocturnal
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The Black Dahlia Murder |