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From the land of the lives

Runs the spirits in you

The souls are cold

For no shame the spirits and devils can do

No life, no pain

In I, my veins

The blood of mine is cold

Here lies in you...

Blood lines are thick

and so lives are short

The wicked selves are not from here

My dagger and sword collapse in me

You don't know this place...

You don't know what is this place

For I my ways, In here...



Angel:

Into the black void they enter

I see creatures

Horns up to the black sky

Slowly they creep

into the passages of eternal damnation



Devil:

Blessed are the blessed,

Cursed are the cursed

In evil we trust, and evil is true to us

Burn you pure sick vermin...