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... Or hell... Not promissed land Earth seems to be...

... Or dream... Your nightmares speak in wild tongue...

Religion led them

To the one they called father.

And the one took death,

The gift of love.

Blassed were the words

And the other - condemned.

They knew all promises

And comming punishments.

Or it is a dream

Flowing down through hands , endless,

Or it is red hell,

Their souls punished as me.

A sin polluted virginity,

Let the demons to tear spirits.

... Or hell... Not promissed land Earth seems to be...

... Or dream... your nightmares talk to you...

Now my eye is comprising,

My fingers are touching,

From the sunrise

To death far avay.

And I can't believe

In riches, he gave me.

Behind integrity closed

The gate of heaven... or hell...

Or it is a dream

Flowing down through hands, endless,

Or it is red hell,

Their souls punished as me,

Sleep has tortured me,

Let the day to come...