| From envious eyes and poisonous cold, pale lips
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| Gluttons of pleasure — Gluttons of pain
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| Vengeance by sevens — My sweet cursed children of Cain
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| Thrashing and clashing with specters
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| Hiding from the light — demons of death
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| Chaos and anguish perfector
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| Stealing their last dying breath
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| Driven by greed, slave to addiction
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| A massive decay of a most foul contradiction
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| Spirits of lust piercing the air
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| Writhing with sins of the flesh etched deep in their stare
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| Descend the abyss ever faster
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| Hidden from light — demons of death
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| Cursing the black-winged master
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| With their last dying breath
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| Soar through the flame
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| I call your name
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| Wrath and might get me through this night
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| Can I make it right? |
| Or will you remain?
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| I´ve finally realized, that long after laughter dies
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| I can’t undo the things I’ve done — oh, the things I´ve done…
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| When will my dark skies disappear — I long to see the sun
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| Soar through the flame
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| I call your name
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| Wrath and might — get me through this night
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| Can I make it right? |
| Or will you remain… in hell? |