I'm begging you, oh God of Tolerance
To remove the soul from my flesh
I'm begging you, oh God of Courage
To give me the strength to do it
I'm begging you, oh God of War
To grant me the power I need
I'm begging you, oh Goddess of Revenge
Become my guide, my muse, my arm

It's for you, my son, that I've prepared this blade
It's for your soul that I'm ripping your sweet face off
It sparkles while it cleaves the air in a whistle
Stained in blood, it screams breathlessly

I know they won't take you
In their Eden, my son
I know that if I don't succeed
In purgatory you'll wander
No more supplication to the Gods
Forever and ever, they'll abandon you
Forever and ever, you'll be forsaken
It's for your soul that I'm ripping your sweet face off
It sparkles while it cleaves the air in a whistle
Stained in blood, it screams breathlessly

I take a third of you
And leave the rest here !
I keep the best of you
Meet me there
In this unfinished chapel
Where the secret rites
Could transcend me
Could raise us
So that your forsaken body
Might find your head !

Come ! Follow me ! Meet me there !

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