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Standing up with my clothes drenched
My palms face up were crimson red
Another gory episode of my self destruct mission replayed
I could feel the curtains of doom closing in
The shores of death were appealing to me
Standing up with my clothes drenched
My palms face up were crimson red
Another gory episode of my self destruct mission replayed
I could feel the curtains of doom closing in
The shores of death were appealing to me
The clock of life is ticking
And my dear the nails of death are clicking
Drumming out the sound, until silence when your body is beneath the cold ground
This is your final battle cry
