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I hear the baying of the hounds
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In the distance. I hear them devouring
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Pest-ridden jackals of the earth
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Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests
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In wait and constant protectors
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Calling you to sit by his side
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Your self-loathing image in his flesh
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A revelation upon which you linger
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His words are flies
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Swarming towards the true insects
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Feasting on buried dreams
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And spreading decay upon your skin
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His eyes spew forth a darkness
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That cut through and paralyze
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Casts light upon your secrets
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Forced to confront your enemies
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His mouth is a vortex
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Sucking you into its pandemonium
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Fools you with a helping hand of ashes
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Reached out in false dismay
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His body is a country
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The cities lay dead beyond despair
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Friends turned enemies unable to come clean
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In a rising fog of reeking death
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Everything you believed is a lie
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Everyone you loved is a death-burden
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So you take comfort in him
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And you are receptive to stark wishes
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No longer struggling to declare your stand
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You would inflict no harm to others
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They are unaware and in a loop of futile events
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You are everything, they are nothing
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Drown in the deep mire
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With past desires
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Beneath the mire
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Drown desire now with you
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Lined up verses on dead skin
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The tainted lips of a stranger
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Resting upon hers
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And I embrace bereavement
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Everything beloved is shattered anyway
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I would devote myself to anyone
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I would accept any flaws
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I am too weak to resist
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Tension vibrating with horror
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Finding the outcast in my eyes
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Pushing nerves on a puppet
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Endless poison in my veins
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Clean intent now tainted with death
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And so, cold touch now inhumane
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Every waking hour
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Awaiting a reverie to unfold
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Louder by the minute
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The baying of the hounds
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Calling me back to my home
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______________________________
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Name The Baying of the Hounds
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Artist Opeth
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Album Ghost Reveries
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