| So bloody night soiled with desire
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| Slowly awakes like death looks in your eyes
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| This night leaves too, she’s wearing a coat
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| She’s leaving taken by the horses of day
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| We come here to glorify death
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| To take of irons from the face
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| We come here to sink the fear
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| To get rid of repugnance
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| This night is to resemble a temple
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| This night is the only sanctity
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| We will apply it’s oil to your bodies
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| And the screams will flow out of one mouth into another
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| This night is death
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| It’s a last kiss
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| It’s a forgiven sin
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| We come here to glorify death
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| To bid the day farewell with screams and singing
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| We come here to sink in death
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| And to devote us to this entirely
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| It’s our sanctuary
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| A temple of lost travellers
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| Searching for their own worlds
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| Possesed by lusts
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| They celebrate the brutality of silence
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| They search for an unknown god
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| Naked truths in irons chained to the rocks
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| And bloody sacrifices
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| Hate ragging around
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| And angert making the hands burst
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| Treaded traces arround to the weird castles
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| The warriors of barbarous tribes
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| The last among the real ones
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| They don’t escape from fear in churches of killing
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| Glorifying diamonds and beautiful women
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| They will find their own home in illusion
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| The last so faithful till the end
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| Without death |