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Ugly Corpse Of The AngelClosed inside the caveToo small and too dark To feel the world entirely I tightly hold my treasure I remember a weak flame I pray not to forget it I'll write its name on the wall I'll keep it here forever I won't cross this bridge Of consciousness I'll stay in my humid cave I watching the lost angel of death In my own rotten cell of life I saw a strolling angel In my cell of life I saw crimes on the children Rest on his neck When I'm on the other side Pain rips me again Someone tells me lies Pulling into his reality |