| «To you, creation’s mighty principle
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| Matter and spirit
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| Reason and sense…
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| …To you
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| My daring verses are unleashed
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| You I invoke oh Satan
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| Monark of the feast…»
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| No human breath below (him)
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| No pleasure for the lust
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| No martyrs for the Crhist
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| Just hate and pain and dust
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| Gold dust in a cursed land
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| A black feather dances so fast
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| An angel is falling down
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| The true reason no one knows
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| Reason and sense
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| «I die everyday and everynight I rise
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| Searching the hideout for my pale light
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| The sky cries its shiny lies
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| The truth is my pain
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| The doom is my life»
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| God’s kiss on his spirit lays
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| The rocks of hell his grave
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| No time for choice no time
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| From flesh to dust his way
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| Flame’s crown the crown of Christ
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| God kills his son his priest
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| No prayer for the deads tonight
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| A tempest meshes clouds of rain
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| A clown dances with his mask of pain
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| A crow screams on a nameless fate
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| «I die everyday and everynight I rise
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| Searching the hideout for my pale light
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| The sky cries its shiny lies
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| The truth is my pain
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| The doom is my life» |