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TheWandererNears

Published: Sep 9, 2011

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It's an uneasy night for the undertaker
Raining cold darkened moon
Made a deal with the snatchers, a deal with the devil
Your thoughts are evil
And your words are dark

You wanna play God?!
And make some mindless drones?
You want to be Hell bound?!
And take on His word?
It will never work
You are not a God
You are the scum of the Earth
A sinful man
Seeking immortality

It's a cloudy sky as God is weeping
You sold your soul
To make creatures of the night
But you are not a God
These monsters have no soul
They will be your demise

You wanna play God?!
And make some mindless drones?
You want to be Hell bound?!
And take on His word?
It will never work
You are not a God
You are the scum of the Earth
A sinful man
Seeking immortality

By my words
You be bound
Into Hell eternally
By the light
You'll burn so bright
Your heart is in the void

You wanna play God?!
And make some mindless drones?
You want to be Hell bound?!
And take on His word?
It will never work
You are not a God
You are the scum of the Earth
A sinful man
Seeking immortality
You lost your mind
In the darkened light

You're so far away
Yet I feel you here
Have I gone astray?
Yet You're all I hear

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