| When he was a little boy
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| He was afraid of the dark
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| Witches, ghosts and hanged people
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| Were all the time in his mind
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| After he shooked hands with Lucifer
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| All his fears were gone
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| He knew that nothing could hurt him
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| Because they are on his side
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| He grew up in possession of Satan
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| He gave him all what he needed
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| Took his life, it didn’t feel bad
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| That’s how I became
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| The Lucifer’s hammer
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| Believers are spikes in my flesh
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| But I can not shed my skin
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| Using forces which are given to me
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| I will nail these spikes to the cross
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| On that cross cries Jesus Christ
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| Begging mercy from anybody
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| No one would listen
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| They know what he has done
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| I’ll take one spike from my flesh
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| And nail him down
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| This is why I exist
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| And why they have made me I could close my eyes
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| And dream those faulty dreams
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| Whose most of the people are dreaming
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| But rather I live in Real World
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| And obey the picture in the mirror
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| There watches me a man
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| Half Beast, half human
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| Lucifer, some say
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| Satan, others
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| That is my name
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| I can not deny
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| I am proud of it Of what I have became |