| A sharp blade is disguised by an elegant curtain
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| Devil’s large hand corrupts with false beauty
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| And all the sheeps stupidly bite the lure of envy
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| Is a mirror vanity’s mask?
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| They vainly search it deep within the glass…
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| Can’t you hear our muted screams?
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| We want a key to confront this social sorcery
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| Disease fills the air… where are the cure streams?
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| Dead end … vanity has poisoned the essence of purity
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| Welcome to the world where friends are hypocrites!
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| A keen blade is behind an elegant curtain
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| Vile temptations rise upon the land
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| And sheeps lick the feet of a thousand attractive lies
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| Is a mirror vanity’s mask?
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| They vainly search it deep within the glass…
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| Hellish perfumes — a beast in the mind
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| Begins a war between mankind and the soul
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| Of a nightly enchantress in a faded, yet nice dress
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| The wrath from above will end your «perfect crime»
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| You want to reach the sun, to challenge the winds?
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| To enter in a race no one can win?
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| -Harmful instincts, vicious healings —
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| All control lost in this cruel, cold sin
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| The enemy lies in this voracious spirit
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| Protected by the sphere of consciousness
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| I anticipate an hecatomb
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| Only the strong deals with pain
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| But beyond death, they may reign |