Before my eyes a dark blue sky.
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The mortal ones they drown in lies.
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Hate in a new shape.
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Within the flames a new breed walkes.
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Fetus of hate. Possession, fate.
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Our apathy has been punctured by those.
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We've been consumed by a firestorm.
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Saviour, we call upon thee.
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Born in an illusion of yours
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I'm what you supress, try to forget.
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Now I have arrived to let you feel what is rightfully yours.
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You are to me like an open book,
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on page one you will find a human sacrifice.
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This you call life. Just an illusion of mine.
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This you call life. It equals a handfull of pathetic lies.
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Redeemer
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| Chastisement |
