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It was a necromancy of unknowing preachers
It's the stronghold of malice and insanity and pride
So the fatal attraction forced suicide
It was a necromancy of unknowing preachers
It's the stronghold of malice and insanity and pride
So the fatal attraction forced suicide
a chalice to those who betrayed the gilded throne
i stand on the verge of malice - bless the hands of the wickedly pure
the fingers of the glorified to the back of the eternally blamed
a chalice to those who betrayed the gilded throne
i stand on the verge of malice - bless the hands of the wickedly pure
the fingers of the glorified to the back of the eternally blamed
he's simply a food with no reason
symbols of malice swirlin around
you know
he's simply a food with no reason
symbols of malice swirlin around
you know
There must be a cure
Of malice
For this everlasting disease
There must be a cure
Of malice
For this everlasting disease