[Music: N. Rudolfsson]
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[Lyrics: Whiplasher Europa]
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It's a cold claw that grasps your sanguine little heart
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Clenches and drenches your lounges with blood
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It's a cold skull that holds your fragile little mind
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Soon crushed by the force that's moving up from behind
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We are all sacrificed
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When death drapes the altar
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Soul putrification
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Suffer the manifestation!!
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Temple of Skin
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Feel how rusty blades cut within
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Temple of man
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Torn to bits by death's hand
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I will praise the grace of decay
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The grand celebration of the wicked
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I will haunt the Empyrean plains
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Grind pure plagues to perfection
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It's a trembling hand that holds time's dusty scepter
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Dictating a code that suffers the law of the grave
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It's an infected blade that cut your heart in two
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The temple of skin is left dead to dream of you.
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We are all sacrificed
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When death drapes the altar
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Soul putrification
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Suffer the manifestation!!
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Temple of Skin
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Feel how rusty blades cut within
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Temple of man
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Torn to bits by death's hand
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Slaves of death yet masters of life
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Children of darkness but tyrants for light
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we are the unspoken name, the untrodden path
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a union benighted by left hand wrath
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Temple Of Skin
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Runemagick |