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I'm begging you, oh God of Tolerance

To remove the soul from my flesh

I'm begging you, oh God of Courage

To give me the strength to do it

I'm begging you, oh God of War

To grant me the power I need

I'm begging you, oh Goddess of Revenge

Become my guide, my muse, my arm

It's for you, my son, that I've prepared this blade

It's for your soul that I'm ripping your sweet face off

It sparkles while it cleaves the air in a whistle

Stained in blood, it screams breathlessly

I know they won't take you

In their Eden, my son

I know that if I don't succeed

In purgatory you'll wander

No more supplication to the Gods

Forever and ever, they'll abandon you

Forever and ever, you'll be forsaken

It's for your soul that I'm ripping your sweet face off

It sparkles while it cleaves the air in a whistle

Stained in blood, it screams breathlessly

I take a third of you

And leave the rest here !

I keep the best of you

Meet me there

In this unfinished chapel

Where the secret rites

Could transcend me

Could raise us

So that your forsaken body

Might find your head !

Come ! Follow me ! Meet me there !