GAMES

LYRIC QUIZ

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Screaming blackness in the guise of truth. On your knees, you cannot fool the yout. Our salvation is your fiery death. Thundering forces squash your dismal breath.


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“18 bloody roses, each a year that bled my soul. 18 and numb, I'm somebody's son. Mama, look what I've become.”
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