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I know something very old is present tonight A moment out of this world, filled with something very ill I smell death in this ugly place, far from the light of Christ, Which has impaled my eyes for thirteen years An abomination of Satan's summoned by sickness in these ghastly hours At this gebite I am sworn to die I will die to enter My human shapes would be dead If not... deeds were undone And I am indeed blessed by damnation I do not wish to live, but devotion stops me My sacrifice continues I smell death in this ugly place, far from the light of Christ, Which has impaled my eyes for thirteen years I am tired and I hate this place But my beseeched lord: The greater is thy finger I know the meaning with life is Death From Letras Mania