Not the one Souls are gonna burn You're the one Coming down the dead Thru the darkness Skies are gonna shout Pray for lies But who's the one to go Streams of blood Flow into the streets Feeds the need Of the decayed rotting means Fires breeds upon The weary young Evil tales Sold his only son Life no longer Fills the need Dead silence In which to feed Fires breeds upon The weary young Evil tales Sold his only son Life no longer Feeds the need Feeds the need Of the decayed rotting means
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