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Have you ever heard the rattles of agony ? |
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When each minute seems like an eternity |
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When the silence is broken by the screams of anguish |
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Perceptions altered by rage |
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Enclosed in a cage |
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Howling |
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Encircled by morbid visions |
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Which take all the place in me |
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Submitted to emptiness |
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Envolves merciless spirit |
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I have made things I cannot speak |
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Dreams which never die in me |
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Dead human bodies are treated like simple toys |
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Macabre games where victims are my near relations |
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Inhuman practices come to me by insctinct |
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Invading my heart with dark insanity |
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Accepting this pulses pleasure is growing more and more |
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How I like this feeling of culpability |
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Delectation without name |
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Remains of humanity |
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Inviting anyone in my circle of madness |
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And my need for violence is boiling in my veins |
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Gutting all the bodies until the last |
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Stay brutal |
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Chained up, muzzled, blinded, molested |
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Stay brutal |
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Beaten, borken, strangled, mangled |
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Stay brutal |
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Slowly dismembered alive |
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Stay brutal |
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Voices told me : "I am the one |
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Full of hate who guides your arm |
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Forget all notion of the asset of life" |
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And I still standing with my eyes closed to this sublime work of ferocity |
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Voices tell me : "Do it again, stay brutal !" |
