| Under siege of my ideals and my conflicts
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| I started to question myself
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| «I'll either be the refuge or the hero»
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| Taken by revulsion,
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| I only imagine the bereavement
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| Upon their deathbeds
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| I am like few, rare and lethal
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| Revenge is my sacrifice
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| But I can’t go alone
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| This is the moment, destroying all of men’s beliefs
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| In this battle everyone is my enemy, it’s no time for innocence,
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| for my sadness has shed, a body fell to the ground.
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| Baptized in blood I marched to war,
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| In the name of god and my insanity
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| It’s me against the world, this is my ideal, I shock the world baptizing in
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| blood |