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I reach the quintessence of all that is |
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I was, I am and |
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I shall be again |
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Burn and torture me for |
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I am the witch |
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The Antechrist you've feared for years and years |
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Burn me and burn us there's no time to waste |
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Burn, burn before you understand |
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For crime so pure and restless tragedies |
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I transgress your world into the house of dawn |
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For redemption and immortality |
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A sacred sin for divine perfection |
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Drudenhaus ! |
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O Roy des cieux et |
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Seigneur des |
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Seigneurs |
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O ange des anges, toi que craignent tous les hommes en silence |
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Je suis l'ineffable et ton bras vengeur |
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L'unique salut de ce monde profane et sans grace |
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I pray for all and whole non-salvation |
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And all the phantoms on earth follow me |
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I search for some old forgotten treasures |
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And the girl made of gold is forever above me |
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Down into the house of dawn |
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I rest Between these walls of huge flesh |
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I lay Dawn of |
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Miracle - |
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Drudenhaus ! |
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Where life sets and burns until the fall |
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Through the sacred semence of the |
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Lord - my soul |
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I caress the total universe |
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Even so vast mortal skies and oceans cannot |
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Fill the house of presence and goldlust storms |
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There grows the shadow of all my passions |
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There all is silence and will of seduction |
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Mourir de notre main ou de la votre |
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Mourir et enfin vivre d'absolu |
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Et vous serez fiers de nous avoir juge |
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Mais nous seuls nous etions condamnes |
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I touch the quintessence of all that is |
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I was, I am and |
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I shall be again |
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**** and slaughter me for |
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I am the witch |
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The mystic force you've cursed for years and years |
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Burn me and burn us there's no time to waste |
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Burn, burn before it's too late 3. |
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God Bless |
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The Hustler [Lyrics : RMS Hreidmarr / October 1999] |
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Shining upon their chests |
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The silver seal |
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The blood-red penitents |
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Towards our land |
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From my window |
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I can guess |
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The flames of their so-called heaven |
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By now, I should run away |
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Leave the house, the church, the grave |
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And I won't do that |
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I open my eyes - cannot move |
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Their hell after tracks me down |
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Has finally put his hand in mine |
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Torture me if you want |
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I have learnt to suffer |
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And in my grave |
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Rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties |
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Once more saved - nevermore |
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Mare tenebrarum - the red penitents |
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My fate divine - their worst obssession |
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Burn in hell you cunt ! |
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Their eyes are burning more than their crosses |