[Music by Bartsch/Matton January '93]
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[Poems by Bartsch December '92]
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When the dark lord told me to live
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I felt the raised lust of possession
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afterwards the death yell of an impaled nineye
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gotten through my dutiful ears
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I had to think of all the lost creatures
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which strived of their existence
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in the streaming of my black blood
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nocturnal shadows, which glorified
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the resurrection like trumpets
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offered me the right way into hopelessness
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enlighten my path into inaccessible license
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The Eleventh Commandment
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| Bethlehem |
