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This night this belief suicidal curse the priest are screaming in chorus thirsting the don't breakup the night |
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This night a lonely scream dies faithful in the moon the naked wrapped with thorny grass three crosses soiled the dawn |
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The priest are here the worship the crosses at dawn and the sacrifice becomes the truth in their hands |
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One can see the night in the fire it's a crusade without belief being strong enough to lift a stone to lift to the sky my blood... |
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Wich is drink in brain pans it's a drink of lonelyness the ritual of a crime my blood is a joy for the masters the corpse the gods food |
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So fuck my thoughts rape my dreams and cut my veins and drink, drink |
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Die with me |
