| Lonely red cross
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| Submerged in the scarlet darkness
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| By the base two naked bodies
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| Kept without move, like statues
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| In pose full of perversion, silent, dead?
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| My children, my screams are getting silent
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| It horrible beauty of your end
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| Sating my hate, it’s my food
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| Cyclones of extreme feelings, destruction
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| Will slowly lick up your fear
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| I’m looking on the scene beside the cross
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| Pain is the past, time doesn’t exist,
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| Immovable bodies before, are begining they dance
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| Incomprehensible pose, hypnotic moves
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| I’m smiling, I see harassment of a corpse on the cross
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| To step back, to forget, to don’t think
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| It’s not a dream, not reality
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| Hate and his desire — like a hunger
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| Touch me and I’ll push you to the abyss
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| You are going to sink in the liquid river of lava
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| Immoral, unethical, empty laugh
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| Rises and sweeps over me Theatre of the naked truth shadows
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| Immovable bodies, corpses
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| Dead body’s love, awful perversion
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| Red lonely cross, dead silence |