| I cannot count the number you’ll reproduce
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| From the violation, an art that is ages old
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| One thing is all I have left to give to you
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| My seed, and the birth will follow suit
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| Heart, I’ll have your heart
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| They’ll rip your heart from you
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| And throw it on the ground
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| I have seen all of your petty crosses tonight
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| They’ll never stop the likes of me
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| Her belly grows and she begins to scream in agony
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| Her vagina splits, and her offspring drop to the floor
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| Blood, I want what’s owed me
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| Blood, I’ll have what’s owed me
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| There is a shadow, and it’s moving in the dark
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| Moving silently, until it can taste its prey
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| It is upon her now, her eyes are horrorstruck
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| Blood, I have my blood
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| It’s in her breat, it’s flowing fresh for me
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| Morbid nourishment
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| One, that’s all she’s had
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| Wait there’s one more, wait, there’s two more
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| Heart, I’ll have your heart
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| They’ll rip your heart from you
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| And throw it on the ground
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| Now that you have finished giving birth
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| You’re the mother of mans downfall
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| Blood spurts from the gaping wound that used to be her breast
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| Cry out, that breath will be your last
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| Heart for a heart
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| Heart for a heart
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| Dying now the whore looks for us
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| But we’re not there anymore |