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Enter in the valley of tears, in the reign of your fears and the shame of your mind. |
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Enter in the realm of the dead, the loved ones' regrets are shown with respect. |
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Enter where pure is the blood, where loves are forgotten and hate is the strength. |
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Enter... in the shades of the light, upon the throne of the might is the key for the peace. |
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Place yourself... |
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Take a place beneath the wastes of life, where you've lost your blood-stained knife, try it again. |
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Enter in the consciousness of pain, when nothing's to blame it's time for revenge. |
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If this is a wish... |
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Enter the realm where angels decayed can smile at your face, wash all your wounds... |
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All life left behind must have been denied, the razor's the guide, try to make it this way... |
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Come in, it's your turn to shine, for the darkness is bright there... |
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Walk along the halls of despair, violent whispers can make you feel better. |
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Enter in the valley of tears, where no one can rest there's tormented eternity. |
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Enter in the realm of the dead, their eyes and cold breath can show you the way. |
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Enter where pure is the blood, cause blood must be shed and must have been in the past. |
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Sit upon the throne of the might, the key to conquer the night is the knife that you hunger for... |
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And now let it be done. |
