| I find myself here alone, stunned and shivering
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| I didn’t see anything coming, nothing… and yet…
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| The crimson rivers flow away, creating furrows
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| The trails of my defeats drawing in the snow
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| A sweet wind makes the still feathers sing
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| Planted in a soiled white ground and frozen flesh
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| I received this great power as a grace
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| But it was just a curse at its place
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| It infected my ideals, all my thoughts, my blood, my vision
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| It killed my empathy, my love, my mercy, my emotions
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| Everything I was vanished little by little
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| I became that monster of vanity
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| I threw away my loves, my flesh in the blaze
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| Oh my children What have I done? |
| Who am I?
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| I became the crazy king, so dreaded
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| I got fat from their toil, from their pain
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| I got drunk from their sweat, from their blood
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| I got dressed with my gown of delusion
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| I got knighted with my crown of perversion
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| I was wrong I cheated on you all |