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ΦΡΙΚΩΔΗΣ ΤΕΚΝΑ |
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ΚΑΤΑΡΕΣ |
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ΔΑΙΜΟΝΩΝ ΒΡΩΣΗΣ |
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ΣΚΙΑ ΑΝΑΙΜΑΚΤΟΣ |
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Woe, pain, blood lead us |
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Now that we end up with fire |
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Some strident curses come from higher |
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Woe, pain, blood lead us |
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We are the nights' atrocious sons |
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We come from strange locus named |
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Neverland |
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Atrocious demons' feed you will become |
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A woeful shadow without blood |
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CHORUS |
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Show me the path to show you the land |
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Where grimy war & pain have just begun |
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Oh, you strain, oh, you pain |
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I am thine and thou art mine |
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Now that the order sounds cease-fire |
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Some warlike voices sound like choir |
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Woe, pain, blood lead us |
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And tear the lucid and silky veil of my |
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dream |
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And walk on gloomy and trodden path |
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and kill |
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My misty brain, lord, please reign |
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Lord please reign and spit the poison in |
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my vein |
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CHORUS |
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I am thine and thou art mine |