| Cold as night in the heart of the hunter
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| Sign up for my kingdom dark
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| Black as the deep the devil is growing
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| Hellspawn in the soul of man
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| Now they will attack you again in this turning wheel of crime
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| And your pain is screaming
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| You will burn till the end of your days
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| You’re caught in the middle
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| Lost in the riddle
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| Playing the fiddle of time
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| Spinning your web away from the sun
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| You move in the shadows like a sliding spider
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| Changing is the road for a different future
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| Evil times will pass you by
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| Life will attack you with fire and burn your dreaming mind
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| And your heart is bleeding
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| Holding on till your breath fades away
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| You’re caught in the middle
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| Lost in the riddle
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| Playing the fiddle time
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| You can be fire burning it higher
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| There’s a mirror in the sky reflecting ages
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| Evil sins will haunt us down
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| Life will attack you and cut you inside your inner sky
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| And leave you dying soon
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| And the game goes on forever
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| After the scandal they put out your candle
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| So you can not tower anymore
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| No one can tell if heaven is hell
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| We’re rocking the music of time
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| Wearing the mask as you take on the task
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| Playing the fiddle of treason |