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Awakening the midnight sun,

You can feel the smell,

You see the black-wind rain

Lost soul out of conscience,

Seeking the voice of his own god

Never self-betrayed,

Never feeling shame

The hope of morality lost

In the old streets of the town

Rolling,

Down the church of self-destruction

Crying,

Is the bell for self-destruction!

Endorsers,

Calls tonight...for self-destruction!

Broken bones,

For his glory!

Wake up once again

Heading the north...

To the ancient mountain!

Absinthe

For the drunken ones

Crumbling down again,

Now lay on the green

Shaking the ground!

This forest is paradise

Is all i need tonight

I want to roll...

Down the church of self-destruction