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The night's colour are calling me |
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They are tempting my senses |
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Without borders |
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The world is rotating in fiery pentagram |
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Full of false and hypocrisy |
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I'm rejecting it |
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Mirror of my condemned soul |
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is breaking makes free |
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Demons of evil |
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In candle-lights dusted books |
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with hidden truths |
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I'm absorbing them |
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Destination- it's a card given by fate |
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Hatred- it's weapon to destroy the enemies |
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Instinct- it's gift shows you the way |
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Pain -it's delight I receive and give to others |
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In hellish fire horned beast is my destination |
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Symbols of cross wakes my hate |
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I choose black paths instinctive for years |
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My life is passing away in delight and pain |
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The sound of great bell is ringing |
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Around giving initiated the sign |
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To gathering |
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My heart beats and speeding up the rhythm |
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Giving the strength and the power |
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To my body |
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For long mystic night |
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I'm putting on a habit for time |
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The mystery |
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On the altar of pain |
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I'm giving my sacrifice |
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Without regret |
