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My sins will be gone, nefariously in dawn |
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Suffering matyrdom as my own reward |
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Prospects forever beeing tongue-tied |
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The last wishes won't be denied |
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My legend breathes through sweet death that gratifies myself |
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Now paling grey skies, my revenge upon life |
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And knowing the raptures, that my soul discaptured |
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Possessed by fragments of decay |
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But fighting against me to delay |
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My legend breathes through sweet death that gratifies myself |
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Crawling in awful stealth to me |
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To ransack my poisoned soul for the key |
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Prospects forever beeing tongue-tied |
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The last wishes won't be denied |
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My legend breathes through sweet death that gratifies myself |
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Where I have to bleed upon my knees |
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Rear the eternal tragedies |
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Possessed by fragments of decay |
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But fighting against me to delay |
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My legend breathes through sweet death that gratifies myself |
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Salvation in mine of being maligned |
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Sick constellations that have been declined |
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On this world along my paradise's gone |
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The edge in my hand shows me I am the one |
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Temptations expired the body retires |
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Led to the end by my darkest desires |
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Serrations grow on and finally the dawn |
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Discovered me here in the throne of my mesmerized dreams... |