Letra de Disease X
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Always death
He says
His mind bends in mysterious
Ways
Always death he craves
Thoughts of throwing himself
Into the flames
I need you to nurse me
Lay your ivory hands on me
Ressurect the dead
Cast upon
Thy sorcery
He says
His mind bends in mysterious
Ways
Always death he craves
Thoughts of throwing himself
Into the flames
I need you to nurse me
Lay your ivory hands on me
Ressurect the dead
Cast upon
Thy sorcery
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