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I am the thousand storms of the black heart I am the desert of redemption I soar on dead wings of sin I am freedom with cracked virginity arrows of my erection, fade to hear me but the ones who came with fear and hate Kiss me! Deep, long and hard those who summon be the scheme at the jinx of jewish fairy tales is salt upon every soul held by your life And I wonder who seeks desolation to my eyes, holds a vision embrace last away From Letras Mania