My black soul, slowly bleeds, fragrant sweet, slowly drowns
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I scream for pleasure in presence of death, violence is my blood
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Nobody dares to look at me my eyes are full of disgrace
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Fly, fly away, my black soul
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Your face twisted by fear incites my cells, my blood regenerated by horror
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I laugh observing your rotten minds, and feed myself brutal things
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Fly, fly...
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Arcane symbols are my light and my trust, dead skin adorns my body and my soul
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IN HOC ETIAM ANIMA POENAS EXHIBET
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Your face...
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fly, fly...
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Black Soul
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Necrodeath |