Incarnated marvels simplified
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Effects from such a disconsolate kind
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Impotence of the once so perfect living
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Erase and rewind
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Stand rigid for the next battle
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Peace means reloading your guns
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The love for life is all hatred in disguise
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A carnival creation with masks undone
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In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin
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through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
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Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
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Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
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An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate
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[chorus:]
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With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well
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Thorns from the fountains of fate licking your lepered skin
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Worshipped by anyone's mass on our planet hell
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What on earth possessed you
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Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
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Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
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Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions
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Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
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And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
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With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
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Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin
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[Chorus]
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Left are the kings of the carnival creation
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Carrying out the echoes of the fallen
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Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
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The ultimate graceless voyage of all times
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Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
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Cripples joining arms in clamour
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Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted
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Kings of The Carnival Creation
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Dimmu Borgir |