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...and I cross my hands...

I read the lies...

...of pride and sin.

...of death and lies.

I plead the unforgiven...

I kneel myself...

I face the silence...

I daresay, I'm worth?

My eyes are bleeding...

I could not stop the whisper...

These rats, of human hypocrisy and innocence...

These beings, they won't be released

And universal state has been set...

The simple-mind will be an inquisitor...

...and I will suffer alone.

...and death will smell my trace.

...and these marks on my hands.

...allow me to prey for their worthless life...