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From The Void - Tarot

"We sent the word ou our coming. We've done it many times before. Arrive the day of our choosing. We're hungry, we're back for more. Tear your souls from their bodies and... ...Fall across the sky into"

I Rule - Tarot

"I was crowned a king in a womb, tore my mother apart at birth, gnawed at my father's bones, then gave them to the earth Bowels of a grave turned loose, spat out the one the reaper couldn't use. I RULE! I"

Painless - Tarot

"Blinded in the land of the one-eyed. Took a walk the day I died. I'm a dream in a clutch of nightmares, a coward who dares. Afloat in the dirt underground, the singer and the sound. I'm the voice and the"

Pyre Of Gods - Tarot

"On the legs of lightning, the storm rears in defeat. Rising in vain once more with the sea. Grey hand's reaching, cold under the swell. Withered in the forge of our unbelief. All gods breed, all gods"

Rider Of The Last Day - Tarot

"The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood is thin. I'm a father, brother, lover to all you sisters of sin. My soul was never sold, I gave it away for free. No conscience worries, just me. I'm"

Undead Son - Tarot

"I hear, I speak, counted the words all of my life. I see, I dream, if world's a womb, I'd be the knife. I run, I flee, your fingers just won't leave my head. I hear you speak for those I left for dead. I"

Crows Fly Black - Tarot

"Screaming in flames, down from the sky That's how he comes in my dream Trail of tortured souls, a black boiling wake A ghost ridden string with a bone-aching hum And the crows fly black Now the crows"

Traitor - Tarot

"Hundred lashes The battles are fought outside Count your blessings The war is in your head Hundred lashes Try to suffer less than learn Count your blessings I try to be fair with both Hundred lashes Walk"

Ashes To The Stars - Tarot

"Jump into madness awaiting at the seams Of all reality and mind Through the wound torn in space and time I blink, centuries unwind Hear the voice of the suns Their wind at your face The rage of their"

Messenger Of Gods - Tarot

"Behind all the empty glitter The city's a painted whore A mother with a concrete womb For the zombie horde Juices from the flesh of the living are bled to sewers If we have thoughts, they are harnessed"

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