| Morality — the sickest thought
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| Of a weeping lust waiting the revival
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| Fear inside you of a painful nausea
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| It bites your weak soul to suffocate the fire
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| Reach out over hopeless distance — extinguish
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| Feel the king inside you — take a pull
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| The spirit rises you’re the one again
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| Nothing left of painful distant memories
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| Feel the strength before the end
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| Reveals the final truth for your comfort
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| Reach out for your minds obsession
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| With shaking hands hopeless distance
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| Blessed emotion your only devotion
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| Demons hunger your Black Roija
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| Imagine rules — changing mood
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| Bitter tears after surge of emotions
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| Once with glory you know the story
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| Liquid years no more tears
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| Reach out over hopeless distance — extinguish
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| Feel the king inside you — take a pull
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| And with the beast you will release
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| Chained evil out of your withdrawn mind
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| Turn into sickness point of no return
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| With the demon find the leader till you die
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| Reach out for your minds obsession
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| With shaking hands hopeless distance
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| Blessed emotion your only devotion
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| Demons hunger your Black Roija |