The thought of denying
Never crossed my mind
Of people crucifying
I feel you all the time
Because you are my hate
Refusing the ring
I can't even argue
On a clouded morning
A slowly acceptance
Now closer to god
The parting of angels
My kind has no blood
You'll have me dead
It's not like, you'll fight
There's a sight, I'd love to see
I see you coming
Leaving me, violently
Dare to be, on your way
The faith of your hand
Controlling the game
And acting a man
Will have my revenge

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