[Music: Aphazel - Lyrics: GroM]
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by foreign shores we tread our way
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no clue of what's beyond
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a lurking threat unknown to man
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an ancient force of prey
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through time and space we travel on
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our curious natures grow
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an evil dark and frightening place
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where no man should dare to go
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ave aquevale for the neptune towers subside
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we unlock doors unprepared
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to face the horrors far beyond
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as feeble speaks of dust
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we boldly linger on and on
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our souls will burn with flames so high
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and vanquished we will be
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for we are merely strangers
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in this void of misery
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cruched and butchered drained and slayed
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our souls forever scream
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engulfed and severed, tortured and maimed
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with no hope to be free
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anghuishly crying no able of dying
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a curse no one can tell
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forever standed and abandoned
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our souls will burn in hell
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liberate tute meex infernis
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we hear our cries we know our lies
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the punishment is due
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beware and fear that which is near
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and face the world's demise demise
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so far yet close this hidden evil
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a scythe reaping souls
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a breading unportrayable death
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will swallow all mankind
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we have not seen the face of death
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and hell is just a word
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the truth is far much worse and vile
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our existence too absurd
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the fatal verge of no return
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now breached beyond restraint
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how many times must our souls cry
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before we finally learn
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we face what power is out of reach
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until we crash and burn
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a warning's given us
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remain on our home soil
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for furious proxima centauri
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will shred this mortal coil
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shred this coil
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shred this coil
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Proxima Centauri
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Ancient |