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Final Struggle Of Selves Lyrics

Tomb Mold – Final Struggle Of Selves Lyrics

Horrors of our predicament
Effluent stench of cerebral decay
Muttering malignant rumors
Cast down
Align your now withered limbs
Dissection imminent
Abominable lore now fulfilled
Begin final struggle of selves
Inner intruder encroaches
Insectoid timeline unearthed
A thousand stories circulate
Partings now interwoven
Sacrifice your form
To follow the precarious path
Forego your inner guidance
Acknowledge the task at hand
Beneath your peculiar shell
Lies a form made strong through time
Globe of greenfire
Unbeknownst slumber disturbed
Tremendous pain now endured

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