If it ends tomorrow, let it be
the origin of time scares me
no tears will fall from my eyes...
My soul, burned in sacred fire
no one can help us now
I am the curse that hunts you
the hunger, the truth, the grief...
I am all, I am none,
I am hollowed...
And forsaken...
Lost in my own realms
Haunted by old ghosts, revolving flesh,
Oh Lucrecia, my salvation...
Take me, rape me, drown me in you
I wish this scars bleed no more...
I am your deepest sin...
Was ist wirklich? Ich weiss es nicht…
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