[Music: Spiros A., Lyrics: Sotiris V.]
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Hate me
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Help me
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Convert my mind
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Direct me to your gloom
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The halls of kingdom
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To the land of no return
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Take me ignorant
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Show me your master and creator
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Take me
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Take me to the tombs of your sacred relics
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Where bodies bend like weak betrayers
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What a fitting punisher you are
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Bring your own redemption
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The touch of the nails to the skin is the fruit of your love for masochism
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I don't deserve your trance
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I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots
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I am the kind that doubts the unreason
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Unbeliever
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I won't forget to ask the question before I give an answer to me
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On the land of no return there are all that you can't find:
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The lack of sense - The lack of anything that you can feel
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I won't decide to play the master instead I chose to be
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You say I am incomplete
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I say I'll always be
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Cover your mouth with tape
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Cover your heart with pain
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Cover your eyes with shame
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Spend all your life in vain
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I don't deserve your trance
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I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots
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I am the kind that doubts the unreason
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Hate me
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Help me
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Convert my mind
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Direct me to your gloom
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The halls of kingdom come
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To the land of no return
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Take me ignorant
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Show me your master and creator
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I don't deserve your trance
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I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots
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I am the kind that doubts the unreason
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Unbeliever
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Unbeliever
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| Septic Flesh |
