| You breathe in
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| You breathe out
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| You feel it cut to the bone
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| You walk on glass
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| You lick the blood from the stone
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| The eyes of the ghoul are watchin'
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| The cloven hoofs stand inside of the fire
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| Unholy words to walk down little child, be the whole of the war
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| Oh how we dance so darkly in the shadow of the horde
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| Gotta become the sickness
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| Tonight we raise the son of Cain
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| And now you all will witness
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| The purifying of the flame
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| You breathe in
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| You breathe out
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| You kneel down before the throne
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| You walk on glass
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| You fall into the unknown
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| Unholy words to walk down little child, be the whole of the war
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| Oh how we dance so darkly in the shadow of the horde
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| Gotta become the sickness
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| Tonight we raise the son of Cain
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| And now you all will witness
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| The purifying of the flame
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| Gotta live in darkness
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| Tonight we raise the son of Cain
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| And now you all will witness
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| The purifying of the flame
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| Your path is now your own
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| Your will is now your own weight
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| Darkest before the dawn
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| No longer shall you obey
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| Your path is now your own
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| Your will is now your own weight
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| Darkest before the dawn
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| No longer shall you obey
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| Gotta become the sickness
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| Tonight we raise the son of Cain
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| And now you all will witness
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| The purifying of the flame
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| Gotta live in darkness
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| Tonight we raise the son of Cain
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| And now you all will witness
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| The purifying of the flame |