| Have you ever heard the rattles of agony?
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| When each minute seems like an eternity
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| When the silence is broken by the screams of anguish
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| Perceptions altered by rage
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| Enclosed in a cage
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| Howling
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| Encircled by morbid visions
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| Which take all the place in me
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| Submitted to emptiness
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| Envolves merciless spirit
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| I have made things I cannot speak
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| Dreams which never die in me
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| Dead human bodies are treated like simple toys
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| Macabre games where victims are my near relations
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| Inhuman practices come to me by insctinct
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| Invading my heart with dark insanity
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| Accepting this pulses pleasure is growing more and more
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| How I like this feeling of culpability
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| Delectation without name
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| Remains of humanity
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| Inviting anyone in my circle of madness
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| And my need for violence is boiling in my veins
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| Gutting all the bodies until the last
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| Stay brutal
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| Chained up, muzzled, blinded, molested
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| Stay brutal
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| Beaten, borken, strangled, mangled
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| Stay brutal
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| Slowly dismembered alive
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| Stay brutal
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| Voices told me: «I am the one
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| Full of hate who guides your arm
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| Forget all notion of the asset of life»
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| And I still standing with my eyes closed to this sublime work of ferocity
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| Voices tell me: «Do it again, stay brutal !» |