| Confutatis
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| Maledictis
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| Flammis acribus adictis
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| Voca me cum benedictis
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| Infliction of pain burns inside
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| Moments of pleasure frozen in time
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| I wander amidst the shades
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| Amongst the tombs of a million dead
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| I sleep beneath the unturned stone
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| At witching hour I loose control
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| Infliction of pain burns inside
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| Moments of pleasure frozen in time
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| Your prayers won’t help you know
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| Your god is dead, I take your soul
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| Through the fires we dance along
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| Our cursed hears bleed, joined as one
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| This very hour fail my power
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| My pulse beats on the wane
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| Fortune’s a knave to impale the brave
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| All weep now for my pain
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| Day of wrath, this day
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| In forgiveness they pray
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| Accused of a thousand sins
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| The gate is closed, yet the flame burns within
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| I wander amidst the shades
|
| Amongst the tombs of a million dead
|
| I sleep beneath the unturned stone
|
| At witching hour I loose control
|
| Infliction of pain burns inside
|
| Moments of pleasure frozen in time
|
| Confutatis
|
| Maledictis
|
| Flammis acribus adictis
|
| Voca me cum benedictis |