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You are sick of everything, aren't you? You don't give a shit about anything about anything anymore! There are no fuckin' rules they made! Fill in the
The biting, blowing cold Cuts directly to my soul My circulation slows And I feel old Until the spring I'll be hating everything Without a song to sing
Falling into a nocturnal vacuum, I call for Satan, the keyholder for his world I shall enter My call is answered By force am I taken to realms, darker
Like a ghost I wander Withdrawn from reality becoming a misantrophe summonizing spirits to me fighting humanity no need to watch my back for they are
final act begins as death reveals it's disguise Escaping mankind, escaping doom outrun (the) fear, outrun Death Heading for the promised land to gain immortality Let the play of liberation
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For I have seen beyond the stars I have felt the strength of chaos I have reached the point of sanity And was married by the Chaos star I welcomed the
Dive into the primitive side Seek the beast within Forget all emotions and forget all rules Let the animal come to life I welcome you to a world beyond
I ride on burning wings With a blazing demon We paint the night sky red With the blood of god's angels We piss on the tormented souls Of religious believers
Guided by the voice of silence, I seek the chosen ones To fullfill the wishes of the master beneath Their souls are mine to keep sold for hopes and dreams
Riding the wings of the unholy wind to be carried to an eclipsed place of chaos To be taken far away from holy ground. Away from the falling christ and
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