[Music - Sergey, Roman]
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Taste the sky, grip the snow in your hands,
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Suffering comes again... again...
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So alone, like leaf on the wind in little world.
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Ask yourself "Where is my God ?"
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Still alive, your skin on face's like a stone,
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No one stands near your bed, you lay unmove.
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Darkness closes and dried lips feel the heat,
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Oh, my God, how much I repent...
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Sun goes down, and never rised for seven years.
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Mist of night embraced your wheel chair.
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Think of past, and bitter piece seals your throat,
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Comprehend, it's greatest sin you've made.
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Samael !... Show me path, I feel my wings,
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Break the spell, in gasping snow I feel my love.
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Take my soul, I wanna return in this dirty world,
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But give me back... My heart...
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Christmas Mercy
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