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Lonely red cross |
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Submerged in the scarlet darkness |
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By the base two naked bodies |
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Kept without move, like statues |
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In pose full of perversion, silent, dead? |
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My children, my screams are getting silent |
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It horrible beauty of your end |
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Sating my hate, it's my food |
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Cyclones of extreme feelings, destruction |
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Will slowly lick up your fear |
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I'm looking on the scene beside the cross |
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Pain is the past, time doesn't exist, |
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Immovable bodies before, are begining they dance |
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Incomprehensible pose, hypnotic moves |
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I'm smiling, |
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I see harassment of a corpse on the cross |
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To step back, to forget, to don't think |
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It's not a dream, not reality |
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Hate and his desire - like a hunger |
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Touch me and |
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I'll push you to the abyss |
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You are going to sink in the liquid river of lava |
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Immoral, unethical, empty laugh |
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Rises and sweeps over me |
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Theatre of the naked truth shadows |
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Immovable bodies, corpses |
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Dead body's love, awful perversion |
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Red lonely cross, dead silence |