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My shadows is creeping on the grey stones, |
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Descending the stars of a forgotten castle. |
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The years have past and war time is over. |
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Are those steps going to |
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Hell. Standing alive there leads me to anger, |
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I hope I'm soon to reach the gate, |
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Beyond which |
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I'll find a mind of peace, somewhere fortress seems to bury me. |
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Bats are showing me the way, this goddamn fortress seems to bury me. |
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The elements open on a blacker passage marked by black candles. |
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Out in the storms and winds, hiding from the mortals. |
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Screaming as |
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I wish to quit, cutting my flesh so deep. |
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What a great artist dies with me... |
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I leave, I hope you cry as |
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I hurt you for the last time. |
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You see, as that you'll remind me, poor unconscious victims. |
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Now the pit opens to me, |
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I don't even feel my last time's saviour. |
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I run to the ugly mouth of death making one with shadows. |
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You can already curse my funeral, |
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I still vomit on your holy earth. |
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Don't feel any compassion, |
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I've sinned just to betray god. |
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A spit on this rotten face, |
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I am the Satan's carrion. |
