| Dies irae, dies illa
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| Solvet saeclum in favilla
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| I’m possessed by what’s named Evil
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| Deep inside he haunts my soul
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| All around he calls my name and scaring my own
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| Oh help me to find my way
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| And tell me the price to pay
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| I’m there, I’m ready, ready to go
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| Look at me the devil is in me
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| You will see my first sin is angry (I feel down)
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| Like an awful thirsty spider, you
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| Drank my blood and burnt my soul away
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| Pretending it was desire
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| Exorcise me
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| And save my soul from death
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| Crosses and cloves are vain
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| I’d burn as if I were a witch
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| Exorcise me
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| And save my soul from death
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| If nothingness is stronger than beads
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| So what about the prophecy
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| Raised in the shadow side
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| I keep on hearing and listening to the sound
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| This voice that tells me «come there you’ll meet God,
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| Won' t you ever give your hand»
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| The famous light supposed to take me away
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| Hell or Heaven I will never understand |