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I was standing matchless All I felt, all I left Was the agonized youth Of your defiled dreams And when the silence insists My mouth dries out I convey the myth Of your first enemy Pretending I was saved Taking me into this world Dead I was, in my head My trust, was dead Bring thy misericord Monastic fervor adverse Bring thy misericord Monastic fervor adverse Slavery for one prayer Slavery for one god Lucifer I must be saved Bring oblivion to their race Annihilation, destruction, darkness, extermination Obliteration, ruination, dissolution, termination For all of you god escorts, lower your demands For this has come to be the end From Letras Mania