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| Stigmata Diaboli |
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can't see as I'm facing your pitiful eyes don't have the strength to carry the heavy load of life I'm your christ and I want you I just woke up for hearse you know it as well as I do I can't see through your eyes, bring your tears on me I'll leave the body for your shoulder you just have to killing I'm your christ and I want you just woke up for hearse and you know it as well as I do as well as I do.... |
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