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And the sirens they sound as the bodies, they take down.
Condensed from their sins, [x2]

There's evil here that I can't express or explain,
But I can hear the cries by night.

This is like every night that we have murdered,
This one is now ours for the taking!
The shackles have been broken and so have the hands,
No mortal man can contain the dead.

No one has been strong enough.
(But I perceive that this is not even man.)
Why have you come to this land?
(This unholy den of unholy ken.)
What is your name, torment?
(don't drop your hand, oh God don't drop your hand)
My name is Legion
(For we are many!)

Two thousand strong!
Beg in the dirt of the loathed Creator.
This, our place… Show no fear.

And the sirens they sound as the bodies they take down,
Condensed from their sins

Burning just to break,
Although the infinite is on our battleground.

I've never felt so away from life,
And death can't be closer, death can't be closer.

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