Hide yourselves for death has come.
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The evil is strong in your heart.
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You worship the unlord and his son.
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In your blood he bathes, his perfume reeks of death.
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His scorched talons reach deep into your soul, you're stuck in the cold.
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From below a voice calls to you.
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Deceiving your mind and making your heart go blind.
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Someone whispers into your mind,
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words of the evil kind,
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to torment your broken soul,
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and prevent it from becoming whole.
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Soon the day will come, the last harvest is being prepared.
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The seperation of the weed and the dares.
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In their fury, hellish flames of despair are craving for,
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their consumption of the damned, the ears which brought no fruit.
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Someone whispers into your mind.
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Words, that make your heart go blind.
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To shield you from the knowledge.
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About the harvest, which is at hand.
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Slowly your heart goes cold.
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Poisoned by the demons of old.
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Will you let them have,
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the delight in your death.
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Whispers In The Dark
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Slechtvalk |