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Stealth "Jack" Azathoth

He sung a song of hurt
He sung a song of desire
He sung of the origin of my suffering

He sung a song of knives
He sung a song of blood
He sung of the origin of my despair

He sung a song of hearts
He sung a song of souls
He sung of the origin of my tears

He sung of a deep dark hole
He sung of the hole inside
Where your love used to be


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