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It's seems like every time that I spit a bar a dozen angels cry
Blood drips from my eyes I can't disguise these wicked ways of mine
Mystic flow verses biblical darkness surrounds my soul
Cannot cope leaving you no hope these demons have awoke
Cry of fear but no one can hear your fate is now made clear
The Flames appear Evil is now here to make you disappear
Feel the heat from beneath ya feet my torture style unique
In your sleep I slowly creep to give you hell until I beat

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Сезон дождливый проходит, становится небо ясным,
В него смотрю я одиноко,
Немного.

Сейчас не рядом мы, знаешь,
И не коснуться рукою,