| A pain like buzz saw, crawling through my neck
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| My brain like lightning, flashing to be back
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| Sparks are coming out at every side
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| A frozen dead one, owner of the night
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| Here between, the silent line, I’m wounded to the core
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| Seeding crime, possessing time, to reach the final score
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| Medieval Torture, accusers from beyond
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| The Age of Faith’s over, is it still in front?
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| Dark night shadows falling, right down from the sky
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| Methods for a bloodshed, I dread until I’ll die…
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| Confession saves blood!
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| My oppressed body, hanging by the wrists
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| My maltreat face, adapted by their fists
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| Not even ready, my bones are still all right
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| My lips will talk now, I’ve lost the fight
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| Here between, the silent line, I’m wounded to the core
|
| Seeding crime, possessing time, to reach the final score
|
| Medieval Torture, accusers from beyond
|
| The Age of Faith’s over, is it still in front?
|
| Dark night shadows falling, right down from the sky
|
| Methods for a bloodshed, I dread until I’ll die…
|
| Confession saves blood!
|
| A pain like buzz saw, crawling through my neck
|
| My brain like lightning, flashing to be back
|
| Sparks are coming out at every side
|
| A frozen dead one, owner of the night
|
| Here between, the silent line, I’m wounded to the core
|
| Seeding crime, possessing time, to reach the final score
|
| Medieval Torture, accusers from beyond
|
| The Age of Faith’s over, is it still in front?
|
| Dark night shadows falling, right down from the sky
|
| Methods for a bloodshed, I dread until I’ll die… |