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Baptism (until the angel)
Into a dream of disorted perspectives
welcome into the flashing hell
where children are demons
sleeping in bloody games
dreams are dreams
and still on your corpse
leaves the signs of a razor...
in the lines of the hands
doesn't appear the lost image of the end
because on the sacrificial wall
change the skin
on the sacrificial wall
cutting the throat of my keeper
i've seen the Lucifer-Christ!
we'll go on to prey
i've seen the silent death eyes!
until the angel
i've seen the Lucifer-Christ!
that will be crucified!
a dark Jesus we've made:
his face is the same of the beast, he wants to rip my brain
in the night where i sleep
where i sleep among...
among Cadavers children
cutting the throat of my keeper
chain of thorns stop your arms
and a blood rain fills my throat
i've seen the Lucifer-Christ!
i've seen silent death eyes!
i've seen Lucifer!
we'll go prey
until the angel
will be crucified!
welcome into the flashing hell
where children are demons
sleeping in bloody games
dreams are dreams
and still on your corpse
leaves the signs of a razor...
in the lines of the hands
doesn't appear the lost image of the end
because on the sacrificial wall
change the skin
on the sacrificial wall
cutting the throat of my keeper
i've seen the Lucifer-Christ!
we'll go on to prey
i've seen the silent death eyes!
until the angel
i've seen the Lucifer-Christ!
that will be crucified!
a dark Jesus we've made:
his face is the same of the beast, he wants to rip my brain
in the night where i sleep
where i sleep among...
among Cadavers children
cutting the throat of my keeper
chain of thorns stop your arms
and a blood rain fills my throat
i've seen the Lucifer-Christ!
i've seen silent death eyes!
i've seen Lucifer!
we'll go prey
until the angel
will be crucified!
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