| Watch! |
| The skeleton dance!*
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| With blood in the walls, why you look me like that?
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| Are you trembling your hands?
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| Are you, part of art bloody flesh on their hands a flesh on the floor the
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| assassin deserve!
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| Sanguinarian context!!!
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| Who?
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| Sanguinarian context!!!
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| Who?
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| Convulsion of the heart the eyes are tunring black the taste of blood so deep
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| and dark the work of knife!
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| The mirror in the wall contempling the scene like a paint in the wall mystery
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| of death!
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| You can kill them…
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| You can kill them!
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| The skin will be a curtain in the windows of the house and thousand virgins
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| women are cutting themselves!
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| Maybe their blood are painting the walls words have different meanings this is
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| a kind of art!
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| You can kill them!
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| You can kill them!
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| You can kill them all!
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| Feel! |
| My pain it’s so pure
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| My heart like a stone with the devil inside when the tempest is draw
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| Oh! |
| The black hornaments representing the death in a multiple forms like a
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| corpse in the dark!!!
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| Sanguinarian context!!!
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| Who?
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| Sanguinarian context!!!
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| Who?
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| Mutilated corpses are burning in a fire the light of fire in torches around in
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| the house!
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| The mighty silent spirits are gathering tonight over the lake and valley the
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| moon start to shine!
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| You can kill them!
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| You can kill them!
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| A woman with a crown of iron are buried alive!
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| Near the forgotten lake and the wolves start to cry!
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| Between the life or death we have nothing to say…
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| We contempling art of a twisted artist mind!
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| You can kill them!
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| You can kill them!
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| You can kill them all!
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| The moon, on you… in the river of the deads…
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| Dead, in this intentional pain!
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| You… The moon in a river… scpe and run, scape and wait I can see their arms.
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| Can I speak, reflecting pain… then, see my eyes…
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| The moon on you in a river of the deads in an intentional pain of you I’m
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| floating in the deads with you the moon on you in my river |