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An Entity of Type : owl:Thing, within Data Space : 134.155.108.49:8890 associated with source dataset(s)

I will take your final breath And I will be your last regret Cold blood - Runs in my blackened heart Tearing - every soul apart Messenger of death - weild the scythe Of man's Damnation Messenger of death - holds his blade For termination Sin - Is what I Feast upon I'm forging my crematorium Your tomb - Is waiting here for you Welcome to my ritual Messenger of death - weild the scythe Of man's Demnation Messenger of death - holds his blade For termination Death rides out from the storm Deface humanity There's no escape from this Human calamity

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  • Death (song)
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  • I will take your final breath And I will be your last regret Cold blood - Runs in my blackened heart Tearing - every soul apart Messenger of death - weild the scythe Of man's Damnation Messenger of death - holds his blade For termination Sin - Is what I Feast upon I'm forging my crematorium Your tomb - Is waiting here for you Welcome to my ritual Messenger of death - weild the scythe Of man's Demnation Messenger of death - holds his blade For termination Death rides out from the storm Deface humanity There's no escape from this Human calamity
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  • I will take your final breath And I will be your last regret Cold blood - Runs in my blackened heart Tearing - every soul apart Messenger of death - weild the scythe Of man's Damnation Messenger of death - holds his blade For termination Sin - Is what I Feast upon I'm forging my crematorium Your tomb - Is waiting here for you Welcome to my ritual Messenger of death - weild the scythe Of man's Demnation Messenger of death - holds his blade For termination Death rides out from the storm Deface humanity There's no escape from this Human calamity Death rides out from the storm We turn to god and cry Ignored we turn to face This vengeance from the sky Death rides out from the storm No time left to repent No quarter - No escape No line of self defence Death rides out from the storm In terror we confess Our voice is heard no more His deed is merciless Death rides out from the storm Deface humanity There's no escape from this Human calamity Death rides out from the storm We turn to god and cry Ignored we turn to face This vengeance from the sky Messenger of death - weild the scythe Of man's Demnation Messenger of death - holds his blade For termination
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