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This soil is dripping |
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With the blood of angels |
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I can almost touch |
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Their hands through the ground |
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My eyes are filled with pride |
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For this land of the dead |
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Is the precious gift of my father |
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No mortal value can buy such a treasure |
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Which I cherish in my heart of hearts |
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Father - Satan with fangs stained in blood |
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Smile to my naive dreams |
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This unhallowed ground |
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Secret sanctuary of my thoughts |
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Where I walk hand in hand with death |
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Upon blood and soil |
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Oh, don't mind any pain |
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It gives me wisdom |
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My rage is my strength |
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It gives me might |
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But something inside me seems to be lost |
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Is there hope for the blood of life? |
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Or will I always fly alone.. |
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Those who are in |
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Hell Hallowed be thy name |
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This is for you who made me what |
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I am For the storm that tries |
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To shake my roots |
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Is just the breath of the dying god |
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Who once ruled heaven |
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But he won't succed |
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As long as |
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I stand true to my ways |
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And even I am alone |
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I can't remember what |
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I'm missing |
