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What the fucking devil is that?

Thay call it mercy I call if inferiority,

I heard them pray to a hearth bleeding man,

a nameless perfect life.

To be honest he works with fear (holy power),

To make you beg and cry,

A subhuman cripple race,

Who believes in you,

Mighty architecht of disgrace.

Strong I walk, never look down,

Crushing the cross made of bones and the books of lies.

A fool I was,

Convictions are clear,

I belong to the night and the night belongs to me.

As a substance beneath the dust.

I''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''ll remember the echoes of the past,

But the past told me I cannnot fill him,

coz he was already dead.