The night's colour are calling me
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They are tempting my senses
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Without borders
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The world is rotating in fiery pentagram
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Full of false and hypocrisy
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I'm rejecting it
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Mirror of my condemned soul
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is breaking makes free
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Demons of evil
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In candle-lights dusted books
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with hidden truths
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I'm absorbing them
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Destination- it's a card given by fate
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Hatred- it's weapon to destroy the enemies
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Instinct- it's gift shows you the way
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Pain -it's delight I receive and give to others
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In hellish fire horned beast is my destination
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Symbols of cross wakes my hate
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I choose black paths instinctive for years
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My life is passing away in delight and pain
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The sound of great bell is ringing
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Around giving initiated the sign
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To gathering
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My heart beats and speeding up the rhythm
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Giving the strength and the power
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To my body
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For long mystic night
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I'm putting on a habit for time
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The mystery
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On the altar of pain
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I'm giving my sacrifice
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Without regret
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Time For Gathering
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| Besatt |
