| Could I predict the storm
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| When constellations reach their final form
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| Two steps away from death I feel forlorn
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| As cold as stone in this world I was born
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| One step short of demise
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| Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes
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| Staring at my destiny
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| But when it comes to leaving
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| I seek competence from gods
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| And the journey to hell
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| Is bound to end with a flow of blood
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| I welcome their shining, cold steel
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| To cut me so deep that my sins are forgiven
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| And salvation time would break free
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| Thus witness their will now come true
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| And anger distorted their long lost caresses
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| Of lives that I ended so cruel
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| Sink in the eyes again…
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| Sink in the eyes again
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| Fear strikes in lion’s den
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| One wicked smile can win
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| Unleash the beast within
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| One step short of demise
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| Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes
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| Staring at my destiny
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| But when it comes to leaving
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| I seek competence from gods
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| And the journey to hell
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| Is bound to end with a flow of blood |