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I will be there you mock thyself
In the nighttime, when the dance
I will be there you burn thyself
She betrayed you, coldness tears soul

Out of the
locketh me in
I been aneath
I'll feed your

Whose is this voice, and why strayness,
This bitter rage I control?

She'll grind ye
She'll ye out
I'll be all hate hides in ye
And all the things

I shall you vast victories
She will be crawling back on hands and
I shall cease grief and heavy moan
I shall stick the through every whore

We no choice, drowned She shall be
All th' wounds she stroke in
striken back in her
Tenfolded every whore burn

In dreadful we shall unite
As one we not cease the fight
I shall set ye on th' of night,
Bring forth revenge that you

"I grind my teeth, I my teeth
I bite and pull ye beneath
Oh, let the children to me...!"

...And I shall set, yer desires
For dark is our
So let be rage!

...And I shall show ye th' strength
Of pariahs
Let be revenge!

I will be when you mock thyself...

My sight, has it frailed,
has darkness
Is someone still with me?
in me?

These hands are they
Is this or a grin?
is this hate in me?
My love, is she?

Scortum! Scortum!
whores!
Blade or a loin they are for more!