| I’m crucified into my dreams
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| By the hurting nails of my memories
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| The sword of hate incises… I bleed
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| And their eyes…
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| Their look burnt into my mind…
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| Full of conceit… and despise
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| The tears of my bitterness
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| Form the river of my pain
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| That wildly streams
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| Towards the sea of hate
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| And their voices…
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| They make my soul bleed…
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| And the anger inside me will breed
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| All my life I’ve grown those roses of rage
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| I’m the bastard son of hate…
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| Blood of mine as black
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| As those flowers of death
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| In my veins flows the tar of Chaos
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| Once you hurt me
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| Now it’s my turn to join the game
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| Isn’t that lovely feeling
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| Tto feel the blade of hate?
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| On the street of the black lanterns
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| I rape your soul with joy
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| Just like you did it to me before…
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| All my life I’ve grown those roses of rage
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| I’m the bastard son of hate…
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| Blood of mine as black
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| As those flowers of death
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| In my veins flows the tar of Chaos |