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So bloody night soiled with desire |
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slowly awakes like death looks in your eyes |
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this night leaves too, she's wearing a coat |
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she's leaving taken by the horses of day |
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We come here to glorify death |
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to take of irons from the face |
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we come here to sink the fear |
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to get rid of repugnance |
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This night is to resemble a temple |
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this night is the only sanctity |
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we will apply it's oil to your bodies |
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and the screams will flow out of one mouth into another |
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This night is death |
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it's a last kiss |
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it's a forgiven sin |
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We come here to glorify death |
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to bid the day farewell with screams and singing |
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we come here to sink in death |
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and to devote us to this entirely |
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It's our sanctuary |
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a temple of lost travellers |
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searching for their own worlds |
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Possesed by lusts |
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they celebrate the brutality of silence |
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they search for an unknown god |
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naked truths in irons chained to the rocks |
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and bloody sacrifices |
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hate ragging around |
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and angert making the hands burst |
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treaded traces arround to the weird castles |
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the warriors of barbarous tribes |
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the last among the real ones |
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they don't escape from fear in churches of killing |
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glorifying diamonds and beautiful women |
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they will find their own home in illusion |
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the last so faithful till the end |
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without death |
