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Under the sign of a skull-faced moon
We rise from abysmal embryonic doom
Existence as torment, yet locked in a grave
A sick, fragile cycle from which no one is saved
Made to be feared, this reaping scythe
No one gets out of this world alive
Oh, no
Doomed to the flow of the river of fear
Damned by the day when the reckoning's here
Oh, fuck
Suffering through the endless pain
Paranoia drilling brains
Either way, we all must perish
Everyone will lose the game
In your sleep or on your knees
Killed in health or by disease
Doom-bound train is on your track
Feel your mind about to crack
We are always about to die
We are always about to die
Under the sign of a skull-faced moon
We rise from abysmal embryonic doom
Existence as torment, yet locked in a grave
A sick, fragile cycle, from which no one is saved
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