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In the tortures of the damned
Specters crowd the den
Breath down the shadows
This was never the plan
Reverse the curse
This is the turning of the tides
This is a manageable vice
A new old habit
I've got nothing to hide
Reverse the curse
Beyond all pleasures and woes
Beyond this labour of love
We will find the world we wanted
And feel the current of life
Deep within our bones
On a bed of aging nails
Hot and cold by the turns
A fistic talk with godhood
Static through the veil
Reverse the curse
This is the meadow of the flies
Endless hum we praise
Pulling out our tongues
Secret language in disguise
Reverse the curse
Beyond all pleasures and woes
Beyond this labour of love
We will find the world we wanted
And feel the current of life
Deep within our bones
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