Torn from inside out, phlebotomized
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You crawl through the darkened earthly debris
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Once you thought you were disguised
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Oh, it was painful to find out you were not!
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We follow each step of yours, hiding in the shades
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Of your pathetic life
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We chase the thieves of our belief
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Isn't it delightful to see them writhe?
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Writhe in sin, writhe in a circle of putridity
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Writhe in pain, writhe in a cycle of stupidity
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Your dominion is but a ruin of it's former self
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... Or is it a regular mirage?
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A logical outcome
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... Or a fatal failure of your minds?
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Slipping silently, for we're in no need of words
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Symbolizing purest mental strength, we've came to be your shrine
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We rape, annihilate and slay your herds,
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For the better life always follows the decline
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Complete decline... the absolute demise
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That's what awaits the human breed.
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Among the chaotic shapes of universal apocalypse
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Sown will be our inhuman seed.
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The antithesis of vitality, antonym for the breathing flesh
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We are the raging ocean of anxiety...
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Your sight is transenflamed with vision of an End,
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Ablaze with the fires of Yuggoth, the chariotry comes forth
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And mourns the mankind, granting you the truest sleep
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For your life was nothing but a dream...
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Transenflamed Visions Of Your Mortal End
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Rossomahaar |