| I will die tonite for the second time
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| I must die tonite
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| I could taste the wine, but it’s too late
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| I’ll burn with pride
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| I’ll die tonight upon the storm
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| And I will cry over heavens
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| No wound shall ever satisfy my senses
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| No wound !
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| Never !
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| And I will cry over heavens
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| No wound shall ever satisfy my senses
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| And in my journey within the night
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| I have made love with the divine
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| In rememberance of an existence
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| Which has much been filled with void and nothingness
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| I’ll burn with pride
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| I’ll die tonite
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| I’ll die tonite upon the storm
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| Feel the flesh of sacred Aeons
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| I have felt all around me the flesh of sacred Aeons
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| In my womb grows the child of thy fornication
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| My hour is almost come when I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
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| Must render up myself
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| Now I can touch your lips
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| And kiss you goodbye
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| For I leave
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| For I leave you alone
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| Eternity ain’t enough
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| Frozen heat of hell overcame my body
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| You’re not enough for me
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| No woman nor man
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| I shall ever love
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| As I only praise
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| My own sad savour |