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Sons of Perdition
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Profane the Night
I made my way toward Show Low
Through a desert dry as bone
I grew sicker from my wounds
As they festered in the burning sun
Consumed by pangs of hunger
I sought shelter in a cave
While they poison in my blood
Snaked its way into my fevered brain
Blood unto wine
Wine turns to piss
Flesh unto bread
Bread turns to ash
Gold unto lead
Lead into stone
Skin decays to dust
The grave becomes a throne
Without a dime or a bite of food
Desperation turned to panic
So when that hunter found my den
He found a beast that had gone manic
I brained him with my rifle butt
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Then I took my knife and slit
I dressed his body where it lay
And roasted it upon a spit
Blood unto wine
Wine turns to piss
Flesh unto bread
Bread turns to ash
Gold unto lead
Lead into stone
Skin decays to dust
The grave becomes a throne
Blood unto wine
Wine turns to piss
Flesh unto bread
Bread turns to ash
Gold unto lead
Lead into stone
Skin decays to dust
The grave becomes a throne
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