Imagine that the purpose of the hypocritical
probably kills the fallen like a house of the storm
dissolution of madness dies
I often fight the sun with a black darkness
lie forgotten about the hidden sun
Cross existence admires her slowly
caution is not burning the black hand
Who knows whether he has?
Is not this the irony of fate that gloomy sin surely lies?
although we meet in hell broken lie ...
tempt people fugitive after their blasphemous sin
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