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Ancient soul, in blood Thou dwellest
My newborn heart is purest hatred
I rise from the ashes, for Thou art mine
And grant Thee immortality to suffer through eternity
Oh, how I wish to lick Thy lips
To steal Thy speech, to poison Thy mind
The master of ignorance, thus
Hath crowned a different kind
"Hass ist eine Leidenschaft, und die Erfuellung ist der Krieg
Der um seiner Selbst Willen ewig waehrt
Ohne Hoffnung auf den Sieg"
Pale conscious spake of redemption
Remind me not to trust again
The lower minds of earthborn creatures
Gifted with Thy punishment
HATA BİLDİR
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