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Confessor of the tragedies in man
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Lurking in the core of us all
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The last dying call for the everlost
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Brief encounters, bleeding pain
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Lepers coiled neath the trees
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Dying men in bewildered soliloquies
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Perversions bloom round the bend
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Seekers, lost in their quest
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Ghosts of friends frolic
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Under the waning moon
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It is the year of death
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Wielding his instruments
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Stealth sovereign reaper
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Touching us with ease
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Infecting the roots in an instant
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Burning crop of disease
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I am just a spectator
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An advocate documenting the loss
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Fluttering with conceit
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This doesn't concern me yet
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Still far from the knell
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Taunting their bereavement
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Mob round the dead
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Point fingers at the details
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Probing vomits for more
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Caught in unbridled suspense
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We have all lost it now
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Catching the flakes of dismay
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Born the travesty of man
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Regular pulse midst pandemonium
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You're plucked to the mass
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Parched with thirst for the wicked
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Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
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The sun sets forever over Blackwater park
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Name Blackwater Park
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Artist Opeth
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Album Black Water Park
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