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

Out of the
locketh me in
I have aneath
I'll your fear

Whose is voice, and why this strayness,
bitter rage I can't control?

She'll grind ye
throw ye out
I'll be all that hides in ye
And all the banished

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

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

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

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

...And I shall set, yer free
For is our hate
So let be rage!

...And I show ye th' sterling strength
Of thousand
Let be revenge!

I will be there you mock thyself...

My sight, has it frailed,
has prevailed?
Is still here with me?
in me?

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

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