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My black soul, slowly bleeds, fragrant sweet, slowly drowns |
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I scream for pleasure in presence of death, violence is my blood |
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Nobody dares to look at me my eyes are full of disgrace |
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Fly, fly away, my black soul |
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Your face twisted by fear incites my cells, my blood regenerated by horror |
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I laugh observing your rotten minds, and feed myself brutal things |
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Fly, fly... |
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Arcane symbols are my light and my trust, dead skin adorns my body and my soul |
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IN HOC ETI |
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AM ANIMA P |
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OENAS EXHI |
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BET Your face... fly, fly... |
