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Reflections of death
passes my eyes
as I'm cutting you down
slice by slice
Your face is a messy and sore
I attend my diet of gore
Trapped and insane I can't go back
entering the gate of black
lost in a dream of blood
everything to please my god
Reflections of death
passes my eyes
as I'm cutting you down
slice by slice
Mistrusting my predicted belief
life is mourning death is grief
Trapped and insane I can't go back
enter the gate of black
lost in a dream of blood
everything to please my god..
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