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Nine Broken SorrowsThe pain of living, exhumed by these horns,made meat of filthiness, of my reddish eyes. Outside of this profane world, of my darkest side allow me to be your murderer, as an indulgence symbol. Your remotest memories bring black blood. To be your dream, to the reflection of your soul breaking bone by bone, you will no longer be lies. I can bring you my love, but never my ruin making meat of my vengeance chewing your pain, with all my hate as blood on the sand. Thirsty beast of hate, from those who wanted to kill emotionally broken another time another sin without fathers, you never knew that I was here, after all these years, waiting for you to be burn by the sun. Breaking the pain taking tears to my tomb to feel the tortures over my skin Outside of this profane world, of my darkest side allow me to be your murderer, as an indulgence symbol. Martyr of hell, take she’s flesh and spit her soul for me. Martyr of hell, make her cry make her bleed, make her dies... I’am the one who suffer the burns I’am the thirsty beast of hate I’am an incubus made to rape I enjoy your suffering... Pure, anger just, damnation Pure, hate just, blasphemy. |