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Servitude - The Black Dahlia Murder
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Servitude - The Black Dahlia Murder
Hurled back into consciousness
They deem me ready for another round
The bloody pulp that is my face no longer sees

Onward they toil
Though I still yield them nothing
Under flickering lights

Striving with all their might
To elicit information
These lips will not betray
Their innovations
Compiling pain on pains

A new sensation
Excruciating they begin to denail
My admiration for their dedication
It shall not falter this will

Unholy secrets of our grand design
Shall not be forfeit
In exchange for life of mine
We pave the way for the blackenеd son
Bear witness to this faith
We'll see dark kingdom comе
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