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Sentenced to invert the cross from century to century
And the memories of the men in their path
The glories of the ancients get soaked in blood and saliva

Moving to sin and to deny the world of the martyr
Tearing down it's tower of sins not confessed

He is his own private enemy
The angel that did not keep his dignity
And abandoned his own dwelling

Hopeless he feeds his anxiety, insomnia and self-mutation

Spiritual death...

In the hidden path everything is still in the distance
Between vortex of light is established
And turns into oppression

Mental death...

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