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Hey old man, can you read my lipsI shout to you, here I am, among the sheepsFor that stone of happiness I am looking forI'm young, yet not innocent and ready to fight for...This place that mortals call paradiseAnd for a whole life they sufferThis place that no worms from ground riseThey've all been shatteredIn this so called "heaven" I wantTo build my own black mansionLeather for walls, flesh and bonesBleeding throats to feed my passion.Blast my will would beAs I reach the mortals' dreamEnd of hope, that's growing dim...Here where I cried but no one could seeMy tears have frozen, I no longer bleedRed scripts I make, none's blood is wastedMy pen dives in red, quarry lies dead.I'm now the holder of your soulThe one to whom your life's being soldI'm now your sun, your flesh and bloodYour own God, lay down and suffer.
Hey old man, can you read my lipsI shout to you, here I am, among the sheepsFor that stone of happiness I am looking forI'm young, yet not innocent and ready to fight for...This place that mortals call paradiseAnd for a whole life they sufferThis place that no worms from ground riseThey've all been shatteredIn this so called "heaven" I wantTo build my own black mansionLeather for walls, flesh and bonesBleeding throats to feed my passion.Blast my will would beAs I reach the mortals' dreamEnd of hope, that's growing dim...Here where I cried but no one could seeMy tears have frozen, I no longer bleedRed scripts I make, none's blood is wastedMy pen dives in red, quarry lies dead.I'm now the holder of your soulThe one to whom your life's being soldI'm now your sun, your flesh and bloodYour own God, lay down and suffer.