Can you hear them?
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Their weary screams of agony,
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Traveling back,
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From the blackest regions of their hereafter.
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You may have to hollow me
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To understand this mortal blasphemy.
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We are born of the blackest hearts:
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We all are heirs to the morningstar.
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Do you hear the caitiff choir?
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Faithful to none but themselves.
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Now do you see them?
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Can you see me now?
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Can you see that we are...?
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Born of the blackest hearts,
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We are all heirs to the morningstar.
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Disheartening, isn't it
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To find that man is inherently perverse.
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Disheartening, isn't it
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That man is inherently evil.
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Do you hear the caitiff choir,
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Faithful to none but themselves?
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We are of the blackest hearts;
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We all are heirs to the morningstar.
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The Caitiff Choir: Revelations
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It Dies Today |