| My shadows is creeping on the grey stones
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| Descending the stars of a forgotten castle
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| The years have past and war time is over
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| Are those steps going to Hell
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| Standing alive there leads me to anger, I hope I’m soon to reach the gate
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| Beyond which I’ll find a mind of peace, somewhere fortress seems to bury me
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| Bats are showing me the way, this goddamn fortress seems to bury me
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| The elements open on a blacker passage marked by black candles
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| Out in the storms and winds, hiding from the mortals
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| Screaming as I wish to quit, cutting my flesh so deep
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| What a great artist dies with me…
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| I leave, I hope you cry as I hurt you for the last time
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| You see, as that you’ll remind me, poor unconscious victims
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| Now the pit opens to me, I don’t even feel my last time’s saviour
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| I run to the ugly mouth of death making one with shadows
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| You can already curse my funeral, I still vomit on your holy earth
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| Don’t feel any compassion, I’ve sinned just to betray god
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| A spit on this rotten face, I am the Satan’s carrion |