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Angel-Vice

This darkness you call home
Is the darkness I call Hell
Your halo's thorns hold poison's scorn
Crucified, your blood's for sale
As your heroes turn to villains
And the gods endorse your sin
Edelweiss, angel-vice
Your sanity wears thin
Written by metalamor
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