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Rotten enough |
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I've been dying upon this lightless, feelingless existence |
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I'm trapped... |
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Silver remedy closing my eyes |
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Calling me so loud |
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Showing me price of delight |
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So near about the the quick suicide hunting me down... |
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Here is the Guardian of the night |
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Hidden in flickering shroud |
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Reveals for me the visage of darkness |
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Taking off my rusty chains |
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That endless daylight - dungeon |
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So many whispers to poison my mind |
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I promise myself to consecrate & stand against with honor! |
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Oh dictator of mortal life |
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There is no love in Your violence |
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If it seems to mean relief for my everlasting sadness? |
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There! |
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Above the red horizon of heven |
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Where I hide my dreams and faith forever |
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I feel that planets aren't so far away as they seem... |
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I'm tortured... empty and totally cold |
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Consecration! |
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In spite of my tragedy sorrow and pain |
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Deep in unholiness! |
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So when shall I manage to challenge this destination? |
