Mortally ill my friend who I hale killed
The man from other world I have slayed
What a wonderful death,
Full of hate

I always think that I might be
I will say still that I see your blood
I could save you from black hate
But you must give me your red vains.

Now you know, I am not afraid any more
You can fight, but you will bound to me
You will see my real face,
Don’t be afraid it’s false

You can say I am weak
But you can’t see anything.

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