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'Til the night's still cold unrest
'Til the feast of blood and chaos
To the grave, as this plague won't wash away
If there's a price we had to pay
There's no controlling, there's no one else left to blame
If there is a vice with no constraints
Mankind corroding, there's no one else left to hate
My inner God, in utter chaos
A severed fraud, stripped away
My inner God, forgotten pathos
Cindery cross, is ripped away distained
'Til the nights still cold unrest
