| The brightest full moon light entrances me It calls me forth
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| Yet I have not the strength to move
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| In stasis, I rot away and dream
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| Dream of forgotten years
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| Dream of the touch of another’s hand
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| I am to be a meal of starved worms
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| My nerves are twisting for the light of my salvation
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| I rest beneath where I remain as cold as clay
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| Eternal pain is swelling in my joints
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| Somewhere within me a flame is slowly born
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| Inside this shell of bloated flesh grows life anew
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| Infernal, the moon distorts my mind
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| My veins jolt back to life, pushing the fluids of the damned
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| I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray
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| My body writhes without consent of conscience
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| I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue
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| I shall walk the earth once more
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| From beyond the strings are pulled
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| I know not what has made me this way
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| The animation of my rigid corpse
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| I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate
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| All the words of the preacher
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| All the tears of my family in vain
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| I shall again walk amongst them
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| My penance with blood be repaid!
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| Repaid!
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| Dead hand grasps for the still night air
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| I am now free to maim!
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| There cannot be a god for he would not forgive this
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| Despicable inhuman monster; |
| rotten, twisted and deformed
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| I am now a tool of my unholy instinct
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| Entrails strewn at my bidding
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| A mockery of all I was
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| I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray
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| My body writhes without consent of conscience
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| I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue
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| I shall walk the earth once more
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| From beyond the strings are pulled
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| I know not what has made this way
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| The animation of my rigid corpse
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| I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate
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| All the words of the preacher
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| All the tears of my family in vain
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| I shall again walk amongst them
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| My penance with blood be repaid!
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| Repaid! |