| Or again beat with a fist of lead
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| New barbarians in the bells...
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| Crazy faith in the commandments of evil -
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| This is what once was characteristic of them.
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| Gallows, prisons, pillory -
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| This is what they came up with.
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| In the crowd of the living as a shadow, subject to decay,
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| Wandering with a sledgehammer is my antipode.
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| He would have cracked my skull a long time ago,
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| If only I hadn't created a flamethrower!
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| Crazy faith in the commandments of evil -
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| This is what once was characteristic of them.
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| Gallows, prisons, pillory -
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| This is what they came up with.
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| I would so like to believe that this is not a prisoner
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| And, passing through the labyrinths of the walls,
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| Find and open a forgotten door
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| To a world full of love...
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| To a world full of love...
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| The old maid who came down from heaven
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| He tirelessly waves his rusty scythe.
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| And, splashing blood in different directions,
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| Hair falls off the shoulders.
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| Crazy faith in the commandments of evil -
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| It's something that once belonged to her.
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| Gallows, prisons, pillory -
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| This is what she once came up with.
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| But I would like to believe that this is not a prisoner
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| And, passing through the labyrinths of the walls,
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| Find and open a forgotten door
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| To a world full of love...
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| To a world full of love... |