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(You killed Jesus, we expect to hear your shrieks of pig |
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Macabre realms of your bestiality |
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You don't deserve to live!) |
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Voices told me I killed the Christ |
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I hear them at night and day, whispering |
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For centuries I've supported the weight of my shame |
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Threats, mockeries |
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When I will be dead, voices will leave me |
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I'm a betrayer and I deserve to suffer |
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I feel so guilty |
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Before the entire human race |
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I beg for a vain forgiveness |
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During weeks I've not sleet |
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All my fears become stronger in the dark |
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Shadows pass in front of me |
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And show me with their incriminating finger |
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I'm God and animal at the same time |
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In a shroud of mystery |
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Triumph of the unholy ones |
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Once I'll be dead they won't be able to catch me |
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Foetal essence of darkness |
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Drained in immemorial times |
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Hidden I choke down a sob |
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Now that I stand at he gates of madness I will escape |
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My body shakes all over |
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And my name will finally sink into the oblivion |
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Can't kill what's already dead |