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DeliveranceI feel the witch cunt scentNothing is so thrilling for me As making the moon Fall into eclipse She fears the light Brighter than her own But her light is fake The truth lies unawake You're casting your spell on and on Enchanted and blinded they fall again A challenge between us But my turn is last I hear you say unnatural and empty words I hear you pray for the glory of the weak Rays of light they will love the night Will caress the night They will sing to her their sweetest lullaby And thus purify her from The evil eye the search for deliverance, so will it end I ever felt Your saving presence in My heart my echo somewhere Deep in the dark I sacrifice My blood and tears for your sake Thus making you weep The poison away Your passion is buried alive The flower is blossoming dead If once it turns to the sun Our sins will be gone So close we are but still so apart I want you to crave for horizons unknown |