| Drowned in ashes all above, consumed in orgies of greed
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| As bloodlust satisfied, as a sin burns one’s eyes
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| …and flesh gets colder losing the attitude to the world…
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| Currently obsessed I am by upcoming decay
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| Forgiveness which I can’t reach
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| Is like slime under my feet…
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| Impossible to raise, too much to take away…
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| To be looking at the beauty of punishment
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| In murderous details…
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| A moment of justice’s triumph…
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| Trample faith in your rotten heart…
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| Useless words can kill the truth…
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| Useless warmth can enrage oneself
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| Faith can’t save you if you are guilty…
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| Deformed are all the hopes, all the tears have dried
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| Self-confidence have died caressed with gritty ropes
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| In suffering entwined is all the pain of my past
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| I am forever lost, condemned to fail
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| Rusty locks without keys…
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| Biased heads are depraved…
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| Whatever that stays without changes
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| Breeds constancy…
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| Throughout belts and loops
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| Throughout shackles and chains
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| I summon the spirit of mercy
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| I summon the beast of judgment
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| Trembling with fear
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| I look into the eyes
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| Of my reflection
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| And I face the nightmare… |