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Weaklings, You are not the only one Dreamers, I wish you were all gone Losers of faith Grievers of the heart All the purity of sin Inner strength To die for a cause A martyr's death An old conscience Cleansed in blood A burning obsession A cold hearted devotion See into the eyes of evil And see through the eyes of hell Losers of faith Grievers of the heart All the purity of sin Inner strength To die for a cause A martyr's death An old conscience cleansing in blood From Letras Mania