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Flames reflects in my eyes |
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The wildness and hate are born |
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I draw the magic signs in the air |
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The pride, act of holy bastards burnt |
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Here's no more place for them |
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There's no day, only the moon and the night |
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I turn into ashes all the holyness |
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I destroy the altars of contempt with my sword |
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Then I hide in a blackrain, naked trees |
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The depths of the forests are my home |
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As the wolf |
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I appear this night |
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As the wild dog |
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I'm howling with lust for blood and hunger |
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I'm the warrior of the night obsessed by hell |
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Bringing hate, pain and desire |
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I observe the blackwitches of beauty |
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Protected with the shadow of my sword |
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They gave me the wisdom, fed with blasphemy |
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They assist in my every journey, my heart belongs to them |
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At midnight |
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I call the winds of mayhem |
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The power of the horned evil protects me |
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I see how jesus tears mix with angel's blood |
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In my visions |
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I observe... |
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How the skies turn to black, with the upcoming fire |
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I'm playing with the view of this night |
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I love the gloomy landscapes of my world |
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Obsessed like an animal, old as the planet |
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I speak words of the ancient knowledge |
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I give you things, which in paradise |
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Could be only a dream... |
