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Lamb of God - Purified lyrics
Can the pestilence within you be bled out May I have the honor of this amputation? Know that you have made an enemy To show you the meaning of indignity I live no solely for the pleasure of your slow decay. Feel the pain of vengeance burn you, Soon you shall know silence. With trembling hands you'll beg for mercy. I'll show you none. Purified by my hand In this my world It is salvation. Your futile existence draws to a close A cloak of lies drops. The lies drop. |
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