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Apocalyptica Plays Metallica By Four Cellos

End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths construction

My life suffocates Planting seeds of hate I've loved, turned to hate Trapped far beyond my fate I give, you take This life that I forsake Been cheated

And I'll redefine anywhere Anywhere I roam Where I lay my head is home ?And the earth becomes my throne I adapt to the unknown Under wandering stars I've grown By

here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill the first born Pharaoh son I'm creeping death Die by my hand I creep across the

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