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Kneel at my feet and beg for forgiveness |
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As the fragrant night enshrouds you |
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Even if I pluck one of your arms |
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It refuses to stop, that foolish mind |
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Angels and devils whisper to you now |
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The rosary of those ambiguous people fell for the trap |
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Let us grant this hollow dream |
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Tonight, contradictions are dyed black |
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The same as sins, as punishment, as love, everything |
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What's up? The Bloody Cross |
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While struggling |
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Come, awaken |
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It's Golden Showtime! |
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With half-rotten inhuman logic |
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Weave words of truth! |
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The cage of time doesn't make a sound |
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Waiting for a tomorrow that won't come, it seems... |
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Endless theories begin to dance in the rain |
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It's unstoppable, the tragedy that changes into pleasure |
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For whose sake is it repeating? |
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Let me offer a blue oath |
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Scattering transiently, a desire for death |
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A disrupted chessboard |
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Deserted by all |
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An unknown darkness begins drawing near |
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The melody I'm playing now is solely for you |
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Echoing in this sea |
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Before the sound you dreamed of dies down |
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Someday... |
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The golden sky will be dyed crimson |
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Struggling for the meaning of lies entrusted to a crucified heart |
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This desire will trickle down |
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To a darkness of illusions |
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And surely melt into it |
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What's up? The Bloody Cross |
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Even if you are smashed |
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Awaken, right now |
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It's Golden Showtime! |
