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No human breath below
No pleasure for the lust
No matyrs for the Christ
Just hate and pain and dust
Gold dust in a cursed land
Black feather dance so fast
An angel falling down
The true reason no one knows
Reason and sense
I die everyday and and every night I rise
Searching the hideout for my pale light
The sky it cries its shiny light
The truth is my pain
The doon is my life
God's kiss on his spirit lays
The rocks of hell his grave
No time for choice, no time
From flesh to dust his way
Flames crown the crown of Christ
God kills his son his priest
No prayer for the deads tonight
A tempest meshes clouds of rain
A clown dances with his mask of pain
A crow screams on a nameless fate