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Sharp thorn hurts a noble man |
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To let him know the taste of blood. |
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But the intruder must beware of him, |
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Because death sleeps in every thorn. |
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In the garden of human plants, |
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There is a lot of hidden thorns, |
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No one likes them, because the bring pain, |
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Pain or truth? |
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No matter, they hurt the same... |
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Black thorn. |
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Alone and proud he grows. |
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And every creature envies him. |
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Fear paralyses enemies. |
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It's strong enough to make them dead. |
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I am the thorn of |
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Darkness. |
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Reflection man's true nature. |
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I came to this dying world. |
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To celebrate upcoming end. |
