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Kill the lights and dim the warmth inside

Call on the thief of broken dreams

Diseased existence bleeds the pain of your creation

Will you still come to me in sleep?

Left alone

13 Devils

1,000 ghosts

13 Devils

One host

You know this place, somehow you've been before

Under gnarled pine you stay

Phantom specter, twisted creature of damnation

Summon them all and come what may

Turned to stone

Drag your coffins through the dirt

Rot with me

Try to reason through the hurt

Burn for me