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I will die tonite for the second time |
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I must die tonite |
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I could taste the wine, but it's too late |
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I'll burn with pride |
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I'll die tonight upon the storm |
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And I will cry over heavens |
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No wound shall ever satisfy my senses |
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No wound ! |
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Never ! And |
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I will cry over heavens |
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No wound shall ever satisfy my senses |
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And in my journey within the night |
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I have made love with the divine |
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In rememberance of an existence |
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Which has much been filled with void and nothingness |
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I'll burn with pride |
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I'll die tonite |
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I'll die tonite upon the storm |
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Feel the flesh of sacred |
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Aeons I have felt all around me the flesh of sacred |
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Aeons In my womb grows the child of thy fornication |
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My hour is almost come when |
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I to sulphurous and tormenting flames |
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Must render up myself |
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Now I can touch your lips |
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And kiss you goodbye |
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For I leave |
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For I leave you alone |
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Eternity ain't enough |
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Frozen heat of hell overcame my body |
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You're not enough for me |
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No woman nor man |
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I shall ever love |
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As I only praise |
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My own sad savour |
