| Six, six, six on the head and the wrist
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| The bloodied, battered crucifix
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| Two coins to cross the river Styx
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| On bended knees and Satan’s fist
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| Lucidity, tranquility
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| My lust is forged of centuries
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| My wars evolve, my slaves defy
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| And beg for life until they die
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| In fire, in hell, in death you’re mine
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| The hourglass, the clock unwinds
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| The time is short to do your best
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| And every word takes one more breath
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| Six, six, six on the head and the hand
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| Flesh and blood and born of man
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| A graven idol upon its cross
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| Fall to your knees and cry for loss
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| Endowed with pain, this mastery
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| Etched in dust and fantasy
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| An angel born from heaven’s hell
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| A beast that pounds the bloody nail
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| Into the void where chaos reigns
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| Satanic evil, all insane
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| The blade that splits my tongue
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| The serpent’s sacred sun
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| The fire that burns so cold
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| The words I speak are old
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| All alone now, my heart, it breaks
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| Dead inside, as I pass through the gates
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| Six, six, six on the head and the wrist
|
| The bloodied, battered crucifix
|
| Two coins to cross the river Styx
|
| On bended knees and Satan’s fist
|
| Lucidity tranquility
|
| My lust is forged of centuries
|
| My wars evolve, my slaves defy
|
| And beg for life until they die
|
| In fire, in hell, in death you’re mine
|
| The hourglass, the clock unwinds
|
| The time is short to do your best
|
| And every word takes one more breath
|
| The blade that splits my tongue
|
| The serpent’s sacred sun
|
| The fire that burns so cold
|
| The words I speak are old |