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The pain of living, exhumed by these horns,
made meat of filthiness, of my reddish eyes.

Outside of this profane world, of my darkest side
allow me to be your murderer,
as an indulgence symbol.
Your remotest memories bring black blood.

To be your dream, to the reflection of your soul
breaking bone by bone,
you will no longer be lies.

I can bring you my love, but never my ruin
making meat of my vengeance
chewing your pain, with all my hate
as blood on the sand.
Thirsty beast of hate, from those who wanted to kill
emotionally broken another time
another sin without fathers,
you never knew that I was here,
after all these years, waiting for you
to be burn by the sun.
Breaking the pain
taking tears to my tomb
to feel the tortures over my skin

Outside of this profane world, of my darkest side
allow me to be your murderer,
as an indulgence symbol.
Martyr of hell, take she’s flesh
and spit her soul for me.
Martyr of hell, make her cry
make her bleed, make her dies...

I’am the one who suffer the burns
I’am the thirsty beast of hate
I’am an incubus made to rape
I enjoy your suffering...

Pure, anger
just, damnation
Pure, hate
just, blasphemy.

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