| «Look at the castle full of crime
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| It’s walls streaming blood
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| As if a demon lived here»
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| Time is paying your debt off in the face of the world
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| Has already finished
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| Look around, you are alone
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| But there are spors of blood still on your hands
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| A dirty soul is soaked of crime
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| And it’s still in your body
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| You feel inside you aren’t alone
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| It’s demon who leads you
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| He makes you hate yourself
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| Your face covered deep wounds
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| Is looking with disdain from a mirror
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| Black man in black dream with black redections
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| Life is a place that dream
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| You used to be obedient to that faith
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| But now this is hate to yourself and God
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| You struggle and destroy the crosses
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| But this everything is out of control
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| You have to wait when the anathema fills in complete
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| The visions of perish Christ at the cross
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| Makes you successful
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| Fallen God, fallen the world, only despair remains
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| Your crimes are waiting on the glory
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| Wake up though dead in the other world |