I hereby raise a monument over my brothers' death
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And I'll carry his burdens mystery
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YAH!
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A snow of ancient art lies heavy on this barren land
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Falling down in a wide whirling inferno of celestial orgasm
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Don't they see the embryos quiet swile
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or my nails in the behind of her?
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Groan at the blizzard
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Drink a cup of midnight kiss
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Abandonned and pregnant she is
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Daughters and Sons
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don't you see your mother is lying forgotten in the snow?
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Buried in its long pale wedding dress of winter
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Drenched in the secret of jesus christ's pitiful god
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HA! Lady born of good
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She's tight as a nun
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Oh spirit of naked fun
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The winter night smiles at your beauty
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There is no white birth only black death
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Watch a bloody grin cut you in two
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In the snowdrift crucified by a weak humanity
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All of you innocent will be punished
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Let me feed your cunt at the ocean of rapes
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Behold my wrath as I gently crack your hips
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Hear my starved sigh slowly passing the frostlands
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Creeps lie still in your cradle
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and I'll make you sleep at fullmoon
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Sodomy, depressions, war and hate follow me to conquer
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I will hold you in my cloak
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and feed you with my dagger of lies
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Little one nothing is fair
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She's at her very last
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In these lands so vast
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Swollow my spirit!
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For do they know who I am
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or whom I've been somewhere in a distant past?
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The froth freezes on my lips as I see the red room
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Lie wide, open up, let me touch and let me kill
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At this attic of the lost
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My stare of empty and ice
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And those crystal tears from your eyes
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Watch the snow turn red
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And my brother is my daughter
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the mother's worthless body lies cold
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Lift your cups for Satan smiles
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Slowly Passing The Frostlands / A Winterland's Tear
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| Ophthalamia |
