| Ready to sin for the pride of my King
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| Ready to sin for his love
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| What a strange world, where a kingdom may fall
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| For a «caprice» of a lord…
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| In my hall, there’s a reek of sin that flows…
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| Lost in the darkness I can feel Your presence
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| My shame won’t be cleansed anymore…
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| Save me, oh my God!
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| 'Cause I’ve got to sell my soul
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| Won’t You save me once again?
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| Won’t You hear my silent pray?
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| Slave to a portrait, the king fell in love:
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| «Bring me that girl», his final words…
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| Should ever a poor man, as I really am
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| Live by his faith, or obedience???
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| In my hall, there’s a reek of sin that flows…
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| Lost in the darkness I can feel Your presence
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| My shame won’t be cleansed anymore…
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| Save me, oh my God!
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| 'Cause I’ve got to sell my soul
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| Won’t You save me once again?
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| Won’t You hear my silent pray? |