In Shrouds Decayed

I am your shrine
 I am your womb
 You rest inside of me
 My flesh shall be your tomb
 Your words decayed
 To foulest rain
 A shroud of mildewed lies enwrapping your remains
 Your body draped
 Next to mine
 Exposed to all unless they've chosen to be blind
 You caused my sweat
 To drop as blood
 Soiling this meager ground of desecrated mud
 Oh, your mind depraved
 You've crucified yourself upon my barren grave
 My fingers tenderly
 Caress your face
 I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days
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 I am your shrine
 I am your womb
 You rest inside of me
 My flesh shall be your tomb
 My fingers tenderly
 Caress your face
 I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days
 ♪
 I am your shrine
 I am your womb
 You rest inside of me
 My flesh shall be your tomb
 I've conceived you
 I've destroyed you
 You were stillborn
 Inside of me
 
 I've conceived you
 I've destroyed you
 You were stillborn
 Inside of me
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 I am your shrine
 I am your womb
 You rest inside of me
 My flesh shall be your tomb
 My fingers tenderly
 Caress your face
 I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days