As I take my final breath of dying air
My fear of pain so surreal
Shivers down my spine as I rip my own flesh
Quickening through blood and broken hopes
Slow departure, darken my mind
Put my trust in stories from the ancient times
A life along the holy path
Fire, death, blood, rain, pain arouses me
Holy father, I will sin again
Shivers down my spine as I rip my own flesh
Quickening through blood and broken souls
A life along the holy path
Holy father I will sin again
Fire, death, blood, rain, pain arouses me
I taste the pain
Holy father, I must sin again
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