He was born from the angels
Seed of the daughter of
The image has lack of proportionChanged from the trueSeemingly frozenDeep
Eight forces of changeHidden knowledge you gainTime present, time pastAre
Step into my parlor
Said the spider to the fly
Hollywood fashion
Creeping through the darkness
Searching for your mind
Evil all around you
Battle
Music-Ben
Lyrics-Ben
There's a way it ought to be
And there's a
Climbing up the mountain
In the preasence of
Anger, pain, and hunger
The
Instrumental
Born to fight, fight to kill
Day and night, night and
Instrumental
Hello my friend relax comfortably in your seatLook into the
Purity of intentionsudden invasionOf adolescenceDriven by her convictionsAt seve
Forbidded fruits are the sweetestYour true messiahIs frightened by shadowsAs
Poles lie twisted in the ruins of Warsaw's shattered lineThe
I direct your leading role
You're making a scene
Isn't the act
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