unflagging the tumescence grows
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in your joy and changes into enviousness
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an unstoppable conqueror
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prospering in the middle of your endless ranks
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strangling you to death with his cold hand
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rippling chatter is the alloy of your skin
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stubborn appearance is our armor
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our spoken words are numerous and hurting
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the glow is our obsession
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intense coldness and the cutlass of purity
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burn themselves through the decayed skull of your innocence
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beautiful brutal violence shreds the monster
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beasts with human brains is what we are
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sharpened senses and nothing to loose
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instinctively acting
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free living
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for us haiting is an art
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hear the progressing step of the machine
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the chivalrous rescuer
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masturbating pure energy
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live the pounding
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the might
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the marching of our dreams
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massive rage
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formed into the inner meaning
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the death-squadron is alive
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the legion crushes your detestable frailty
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you will become
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or you will pass by
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nameless
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a single selection done by life
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does it only take these few words
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to change your will into mine
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gnawing weakness scolding from
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distorted faces is our opponent
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no escape submit yourself to your fate
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and try to form yourself somehow
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any new beginning tolerated
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surrender ends with carnage
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Outrage
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Pagan Lorn |