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A Death For Every Sin Tortured Days

face with. I just hope that these tortured days will have an end. I'd give anything to forget the thoughts that plague me. What do you do when you want to forget a

hordes, Where spirits hold the ancient force, The ones who cherish are the ones who will go, Into the ashes of a tortured world, Your heart is beating for

...in blood and see, That sin has come to call! ??? ??? And hunger for the blade. A wriggle purple, Anguish and mourning, Squelching for the chain (?)

to all physical torture Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low