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A last minute has bled enough for me

I drink of his blood to no avail

I pray for death before I wake, born of sins

My soul is raped

Dangaling crucifix, spear punctured seventh rib

My blood's the poison my body is the dirt

Nazarine, thorn crowned and nailed

Now I am a shadow in the valley of repent

I will fear no fear, visage marred

More than any man

I die on the cross and I will not repent

A last minute savior has bled enough for me

I drink of his blood to no avail

Pray for death before I wake...