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A face like your own

Through a cloud and you can't see

Uncovered stones

Form the words that make me

Clear the land of all believers

And avoid the mastermind

And then I hear you

Inside then nightfall

Your well-known skin

Is warm and by my side

A face like your own

Through a cloud and you can't see

Uncovered stones

Form the words that make me

Wipe the creature from the face of earth

Rid the demon off his feet

End the reign of his existence

Bury the man

Bury his dream

Bow down

Bow down

Bones of saints are found

Behold

Behold

Beware of men that are too proud

Ashes to ashes

Crosses to graves

Holy burial ground

Drown... drown

Where are they now?

Where are they now?

Descend to darkness

Descend to madness