Can the pestilence within you be bled out
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May I have the honor of this amputation?
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Know that you have made an enemy
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To show you the meaning of indignity
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I live now solely for the pleasure of your slow decay.
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Feel the pain of vengeance burn you,
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Soon you shall know silence.
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With trembling hands you'll beg for mercy.
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I'll show you none.
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Purified by my hand
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In this my world
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It is salvation.
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Your futile existence draws to a close
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A cloak of lies drops.
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The lies drop.
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Purified
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Lamb Of God |