62 lines
2.1 KiB
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62 lines
2.1 KiB
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Eventide rise for ritual
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With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will
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Roar forth steer the dead leave forced
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Driven by fear shift gears veer towards
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The foolishly equipped swift these
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Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt
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Reflect upon the way beyond redemption
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Let the necronometer beckon for the destined
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Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden
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Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted
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Each tormented attempt that is made in vain
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To evade this debt which is certain to be paid
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Without question is met with a counterclocked surge
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In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were
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All heard by a clutch engaged
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Over trails blazed to the western gates
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(Ville Valo)
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Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
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Something diabolical
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Idle hands are bound for the
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Damned once sam went down to georgia
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Speed was forged of the divine salt
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Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost
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Named as those sought as fault rests beneath
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The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech
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Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion
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A false witness with the sensed end is brought
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To bended knees when abandoned belief in
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The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends
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Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed
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Reposession vested in the fallen called on to retrieve
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Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention
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The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension
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Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil
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Barreling down this mortal coil
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(Ville Valo)
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Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
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Something diabolical
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(Ville Valo)
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Tonight belongs to him
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Tonight belongs to him
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Tonight belongs to him
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Tonight belongs to him
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To him
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To him
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To him
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__________________________
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Name Something Diabolical
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Artist Bloodhound Gang
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Album Hefty Fine
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