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Hesher
06:19
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Can't you see the pain that likes to creep behind my eyes?
Reflections of an evil world, a dream that I despise
Don't tell me I'm not dead, man, I'll still feel out of place
-A rotting in my head that likes to leave an empty space
I don't expect you to understand
But lately, man, it seems shit got all out of hand
No one left to depend
I know, it don't make fucking sense
Can't you see the hate that likes to sink inside my eyes?
Reflections of an evil world or dream I despise
Don't tell me life's unfair, man, I'll still feel overwhelmed
-A curse inside my life that feels more like a prison cell
I don't expect you to understand
Lately man, it seems shits got all out of hand
No one left to depend
No, it don't make fucking sense
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Necrotic
03:58
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Satanic nightmare
A dark twist of fate
Unholy garden
Filled with graves...
Esoteric visuals
A dark hand of hate
This unholy garden
This will be my grave...
Unhook my pleasure
Such unholy...
I'm in business with the dying
In the city of the damned
It's Necrotic...
So Necrotic...
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Black Valentine
04:43
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She's always been so good to me
I'd give her all my love
She's my voodoo woman
I'll never feel alone...
Late nights of rituals, there's curses on my head
I know I won't live too long, but I'd feel better dead my friend
Never make a promise
That you would never keep
She's sewn up both my eyelids
I have no mouth to scream...
Late nights of rituals, mere curses on my head
I know I won't live too long, but I'd feel better dead my friend
She's my...
She's my vice...
Oh, Black Valentine...
She's my doom
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The Crypt
04:08
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It's like I wake upon the wrong side of a crypt
Solar Burning all, my body stiff
Wishing I could break out into another room
So tired of being on this prison
Untune my darkness with a blackened stare
Visions of torture, horrific affairs (Hell yeah)
My cursed catacomb is a castle of tombs
With evil powers here to send you to your doom
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Evils of the Night
06:22
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I guess they're destined.. forever damned... enslaved to the devil
Now I can't walk the streets at night... my blood is cold
You'll say I'm haunted..... then I'll get a priest....
He'll try to exorcise them....
It won't bring us peace anyway
Dear children kill.... under the dark
The people thrill.... oh the dreams they have lusted
The silent still.... crave to be alright
The rest are filled..... with evils of the night
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