| Raised in the company of snakes
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| The parlance of a serpent
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| Born from the caring of a crow
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| The acuity of a bird of prey
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| «All appearances they fall when the soul is shattered
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| And dear reason… back she crawls when the heart is battered»
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| A sad, sad song is tuned for me
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| A mess of words surrounded by dust
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| Conceived under the sign of a black star
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| Hurt and misery
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| Disruptive, ill-willed, inhumane
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| The look on all their faces
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| A freak of nature, soul condemned
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| And damned by the Almighty
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| «Enamoured by the likelihood of absolution
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| Eye lids opened just in time for execution»
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| A sad, sad song is tuned for me
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| A mess of words surrounded by dust
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| Conceived under the sign of a black star
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| Ruin and grime is all you’ll see
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| «The first rune shows me life
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| The second love
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| The third rune is for mockery
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| The fourth for malice
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| And the fifth rune is… death»
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| «Look away don’t hold your breath, they are deceiving
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| Look away don’t hold your sighs, unleash your anguish»
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| A sad, sad song is tuned for me
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| A mess of words surrounded by dust
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| Conceived under the sign of a black star
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| Ruin and grime is all you’ll see |