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Der Brandtaucher |
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qián shuǐ zhě |
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fān yì: chè hēi |
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Eyerything Within Me Turns Rapist, Everything turns saint |
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wǒ tǐ nèi de yī qiè dōu huà zuò yín xié, huà zuò shèng xián |
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The Spit and the Blood, and Your Longing For God |
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zhè tuò yè, zhè xuè yè, jiā zhī nǐ de duì shén de kě qiú |
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Have Lost All Meaning now |
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xiàn dōu shī qù zì shēn yì yì |
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And I offered myself to the night, In a spray of blossoms red and white |
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yú shì wǒ jiāng zì shēn xiàn yǔ hóng bái zhī huā fēi wǔ zhī yè |
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And I Took My Seat among the Depraved, Like a Choir boy, Like a Returning faith |
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yú shì wǒ jiāng zì shēn zhì yú duò luò, xiàng chàng shī bān de xiǎo nán hái, xiàng huí guī de xìn yǎng. |
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A Race of Demons |
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è mó men |
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A Race of Thieves |
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è zéi men |
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Is Asking for Shelter |
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zài xún fǎng cáng shēn zhī chù? |
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Is Waiting For Me |
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hái shì zài děng dài wǒ? |
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For We Love to Betray, In Bursts of Grief and Laughter |
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yīn wèi wǒ men rè zhōng yú zài bēi shāng yǔ xiào shēng de bào fā zhōng bǐ cǐ bèi pàn |
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For We Servants Must Answer, The Call of the Blood Today |
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yīn wèi wǒ děng nú shēn bì xū xiǎng yìng cǐ shí xuè yè zhōng de hū huàn |
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Does that Make You Sufficient unto Yourself? |
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zhèi xiē shì fǒu zú gòu shǐ nǐ jiě fàng zì jǐ? |