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Lyrics: Chaos and confusion colliding to conspire for Transmutation of disease that dwells within Hopelessly enamored with the horror of desire Diseases of the soul the self inflicts Truth has been disfigured and contorts to any shape it may befall The truth has become buried Now only few can recognize its ancient call Blinded by the weight of deceit increasing So who can deny the ancient call? Spoken only in whispers now before death and before sleep Quietly the soul departs for those who rest in peace Who can deny the ancient call? User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.
