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Two holes where eye have been gouged out |
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Seem to be darkness which makes us feel the deepness of the abyss |
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Tonight sew shut your eyelids and wait for twelve days |
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You shall receive blood-red eyes |
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Scalding with boiling water |
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Deteriorates his wounded body |
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Burned by a searing iron |
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His skin scorched |
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Dull sound of cutting his tendon |
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Casts away his hope |
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Feelings of the iron bar impaling his flesh |
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Makes him forget his human life |
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This sweet agony is your sustenance |
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Rite to break the connection to this world |
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It should be pleasant |
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You are the missionary of agony |
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You must have seen |
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Gloom writhing in the abyss |
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That is where you should be |
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Oh, our king, please accept this torture |
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Many children look forward to |
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Seeing their new generation |
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A world where love is respected |
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By your descent everything changes |
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Night world, without light |
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Our power augmented to the maximum |
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To the gods who have oppressed us You will attack again |
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Let's peel the skin off of your head |
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As it's something you don't need |
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On your exposed skull |
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Horns of the king will be placed |
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Stark and stiff |
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How do you feel now? |
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With the rich agony |
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Are you slipping out of consciousness |
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Five fingers cut off, slight trembling |
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Evidence of remaining corporeality |
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Cut off earns, Broken eardrums |
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Silence, feeling only vibrations |
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Weakened pulse, sluggish blood flow |
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Feel the weakness of human existence |
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After the sensations are dulled |
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Supreme feelings appear |
