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This depraved history tells me
When the gods will be killed
Open your mind to my world
Open the door of your soul
And tell me how I can make it
And tell me how I can kill
Don't be keen...you can cry if I would.

Feeling a lot of colours /
Feeling to lot of disorders/
Of the conduct from my slave.
Pain / it's good, the pain is god,
This is the impetuosity of my being,
This a pleasure for me.
The pain create slaves...

Open your mind to my world,
Open the door of your soul.
Dark and damp is not wrongful,
This is your condemnation
Seize and run, it's not the path
You can tread my head,
You couldn't tread my mind.

All sins, they're boring me,
All gods have their devils.
All sins have their punishment
I'll be free when you die.

A Single man can make something,
A single man can make nothing
If I would, can you try?
If I would, you can die.

This freedom is wrongful ,bastard,
This is your fuck condemnation,
It's not the path.

THIS IS YOU!!!

Feeling a lot of cries,
Feeling a lot of disorders
Of the conduct from my slave,
Pain is good, the pain is god,
This is the impetuosity of my being,
This is a pleasure for you.

PAIN!
SLAVED!

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