I don't mind the agony, the dying thirst or fading hunger
Mystical, the smell of fear, fire breeds the pain inside me
The horror set in me, twisted minds like roaring thunder
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I don't mind the agony, the dying thirst or fading hunger
Mystical, the smell of fear, fire breeds the pain inside me
The horror set in me, twisted minds like roaring thunder