| I have hatred that flies high on the dusk’s wings
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| I have scarlet cloak that protects me from the light
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| I have misty phantoms in a white incense smoke
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| I have temptations driven away from god’s garden
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| From this stone that touches my consciousness I shall make a fistul of ashes
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| I have immortal might that bursts so rapidly
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| I have madness that caresses mind and body
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| I have memories that burn with their redness
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| I have dreams that burn with no relief
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| Madness memories dreams
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| Hatred memories dreams
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| From this flame that burned for me into the night
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| I shall vanish
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| From the passion I shall vanish from the passion
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| From the passion from the passion from the passion
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| I have awareness that distorts my face deriding
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| I have uncalmed sorrow in endless complaint
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| I have grief in silent cry of universe
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| I have curse that kills with icy dagger |