Cast down in mortal disguise - belittles himself among the pagans
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With razor sharp precision - he carves another prize of death
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Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life
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Thought to all in life as kind - surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming blade
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To taste the tainted blood of desire - embedding the blade into harlot flesh
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Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life
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Theme
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Strategically placed mutilation - he shall then complete the pentacle circle
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He's been never caught nor found - a grave sickness, never to be equaled
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The Pentacle Star
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Eidolon |