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Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh, |
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Destroys and burns me down alive, |
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Ulcerated lips stinking of death, |
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Excommunicated creators of mine, |
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Blasphemous words and eyes that bleed, |
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In horrible never ending torments, |
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Waiting for hell my dead body looks ahead, |
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That will be soon the end. |
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Prepare you to die, |
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That comes unexpectedly, |
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Ask nobody "Why?", |
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It's just an inevitable thing. |
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Still existing mind being in deadly fear, |
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Soon will be only heap of musty rot, |
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Tongue, heart and all my guts shall be digested by the necrophagic grubs. |
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No hope I must die and turn to ashen dust, |
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My soul will fly away to realms of dead, |
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Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul, |
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I'm only, after all, the slave of hell. |
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Raise from this grave, |
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Is fear in your eyes? |
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You have to leave your flesh, |
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Still wait for you - decapitated saints. |
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I've died to live in everlasting world, |
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Where reigns death and holy law of hate, |
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Omnipotent lords feeding the groans, |
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Of turn souls imploring for mercy, |
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I'm, in the place, where sin is all around, |
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And blood flows from every clipped head, |
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A billion dirty souls decay in ones own blood, |
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Awaiting beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die! |
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I'm raising up above eternal mists, |
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Heavens lie at feet of mine, |
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Wandering the sky I see transformed Christ, |
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Whose head I'm holding in my hand. |
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Is it possible the heaven is the hell? |
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Perhaps it's my own terrible dream, |
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Clipped sacred heads seem to say to me, |
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"That's true, the sky has turned to fire!" |