| Thinking back my rotten life
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| Sacrifices and nameless crimes
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| All those things have lost their shine
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| Everything is pale in my eyes
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| Generations of learning the art
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| Of perfect focus, ignoring their cries
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| Never caring, always closing my heart
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| I turn away, repeating my signs
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| Five, five, five, five, five; |
| Asmodeus destroy him
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| Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine; |
| Bael protect me
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| Out from the darkness I hear voices
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| Must be my brother breaking free
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| And every night I wake up wondering:
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| Did I destroy the final key?
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| In the moment of dimming light
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| I am dressed in ceremonial ways
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| The Gate is opened, revealed and tried
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| I surrender at the end of my days |