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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 |
