I can’t stand being without you, today
When the order of Satan is encircling you
To push you away
The blood ritual
Which makes me faint
Why the darkness is pressing you down
It sends needles down my spine
The nature doesn’t have to be made for death
Cristal waters
Green rivers
Little huts
Instead – bloodshed is coming from behind the border
Escape
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I wish I was a murderer
they are very cool
what can I do what can I do
I wish I could slaughter and be applauded by friends
but I am weak and faint
There is nothing I can do about my constitution
I also don’t agree with prostitution
I need to go to the hills
wearing my high heels
With all those terribly boring people
who don’t kill
That’s the end of my stupid song
I’m going to become friends
with a Christian monk
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