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You thought you were evil |
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But you were wrong |
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You were only blinded by the dark |
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Now at night you are hunting |
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The days you are sleeping |
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And you dream of a stake in your black heart |
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Dream of a stake in your black heart |
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You've prayed for the bite of life |
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But now you live in hell |
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And the first one sits on his throne |
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Laughing at your pain and your life in hell |
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The one who has given you |
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This eternal life |
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Feels the same pain as you do |
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In his black heart |
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You are a wanderer in time |
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Many centuries you have seen |
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But you have become tired of this life |
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And thus pray for your death |
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The stake in your heart |
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Black blood streams out of your wound |
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Your immaculate skin turns black |
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Your undead body begins to rot |
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Your soul is now free |
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But it will go straight to hell |
