| What you dare to name fear is nothing compared
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| To what makes me sneer…
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| Old things of warfare!
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| Fell down the veil: Muzzle of wails!
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| Hear them scream again the songs of my honor
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| Melodies of pain… Composed in terror!
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| My steel plume pen often wrote its score on males
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| Of your race
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| Sonorities I used to abuse… To do what?
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| To do what? |
| To do what? |
| to do what? |
| Face…
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| While torture was creating new grins
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| On the face of those who had no more skin…
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| Guess what we did of bitches pilloried?
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| After how many men a female bleeds?
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| Your stench’s rising straight to my soul…
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| And I’m exalted
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| Foul wench, you make me lose control…
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| I’m so excited!
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| Grabbing, digging deeper in you, that old thrills
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| To release them… Restart again, again and again
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| I bury the coffin of all your wills
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| On which Γ11 piss a hot acid rain
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| (Nimim:) Leave me… Sir, please!
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| Let me! |
| Oh, please…
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| (Saer:) Never tell anyone my nostalgic moment
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| Especially your husband, he would ask
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| For atonement!
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| Never tell anyone this victory instant…
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| I’m sure you’ll keep silent
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| Because it is what we want.
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| (Nimim:) Old reeks of free hate embalmed
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| Akphaezya’s fate
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| Now Inside, deep in me… Legacy of army!
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| Love, alone when I fall
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| Will you dive and bring me back
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| To slow vertigos
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| If mute, I can’t echo…
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| (Saer:) What you dare to name fear
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| Is nothing compared to what makes me sneer…
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| Old things of warfare!
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| (Nimim:)Fell down the veil: Muzzle of wails! |