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What may there a Shadow think, |
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Once beside of God. |
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Sure he got his own domain, |
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He set a Throne in Hell. |
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But Hell is far away from Heaven, |
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So far away from Love of God. |
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The Memory starts to wither, |
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That he once got loved. |
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Now Hate he spread above his Throne, |
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(but) deep inside his Heart he feels alone. |
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(And) sometimes in the pale Light of the Night, |
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You might see a Tear in the face of Satan. |
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Who will wipe away the Tear in the Face of Satan? |
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Hate and Destruction, |
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May be his Shield to hide, |
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The Pain he kept so deep inside, |
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The Sadness he cries out at Night. |
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On the broken Sword before him, |
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Dries the Tears he sheet in Aeons. |
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Behind all this inhumanity, |
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He is human as we are! |
