A beautiful hell/By: Haunted Lunacy

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They speak words of damnation,
But no cause is in their mouth.
Accusing fingers pointing
Stretched forth from the hands of a wicked saint.
Pointing towards the broken soul
So undeserving.

Oh broken and sorrowful soul.
Become the devil the world made you to be.
Become the devil it says you are.
Spread your wings and make them tremble

Bring them down from their lofty thrones
Bring them up from their prideful knees.
Show them your beautiful hell.

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