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By freezing nights of wind and rain, a pale corpse is gazing at the moon |
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Mortified to solve the secret and find the purity this time |
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To blow off my tortured soul... |
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The ugliness inside... |
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Today the few that's left for me is tainted with blood and ugly thoughts |
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And even in centuries, pain will forever remain |
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A statement of a wasted life, darkness turned to grey sorrow, under the silver starlight |
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No Flower nor wreast, no cry no regret, just let me rot, that's enough for me |
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To blow off my tortured soul... |
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The ugliness inside... |
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Those nights of despair seem to never end |
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Drowned in illusion, cut from any life |
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All has been so grim so far |
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Death awaits, it's time to day |
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Stillborn or already dead? |
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One night |
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I'll rip this life like a big sow! |
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I ask for no pardon as |
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I soon get what |
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I deserve |
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And remember all |
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I've done... |
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I've done it against myself. |
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Everything's so ugly now, |
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I hate what surround me, moon... |
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I'll miss you |
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No flower no wreast, no cry nor regret, just let me rot, that's enough for me. |
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To blow off my tortured soul... |
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The ugliness inside... |