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The struggle of demons by my soul
I look at my pale skin cold night put a knife so that I see my blood drain I feel nothing when the knife rips my skin my life has become a curse
my eyes are full of blood I see the demons following ... I do not feel fear more the more I put my knife that never stop I feel pure hatred inside me
I hear the wolves shout and I see the demons fighting for my soul I delivered with all the desire and loyalty I hear the cries of conquering shadows
Leads me to eternal darkness I feel the honor and contempt for life and put the knife in my heart black Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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