| Yearning for new life
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| So gentle and feeble
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| You’re innate will of procreation
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| A cruel conviction to pain
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| You will never see the light
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| Death impending before that life starts
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| As a nightmare coming before you close your eyes
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| No redemption for the cold soul of a sinner
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| When the sinner is mother of an impure desire
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| Night falls hiding the smile of a red moon
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| That has seen this unholy madness
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| Filling with emptiness her cradle of sufferance
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| Evil can be only the son of evil
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| What’s born from a corrupted will
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| Deserve not merciful hate
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| But the cruel illusion of love
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| Nightmare coming before you close your eyes
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| No redemption for the cold soul of a sinner
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| When the sinner is mother of an impure desire
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| Night falls hiding the smile of a red moon
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| That has seen this unholy madness
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| Filling with emptiness her cradle of sufferance
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| Night falls hiding the smile of a red moon
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| That has seen this unholy madness
|
| Filling with emptiness her cradle of sufferance
|
| Death impending before that life starts
|
| As a nightmare coming before you close your eyes
|
| No redemption for the cold soul of a sinner
|
| When the sinner is mother of an impure desire
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| Night falls hiding the smile of a red moon
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| That has seen this unholy madness
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| Filling with emptiness her cradle of sufferance |