Branded with a cross on my back inflamed, a frantic look, sneaking through the night hiding in the dark never to be caught by stars glow dreadful shine, why are they so sad tonight? I came in a midnight clear, with sins in bag. A fiery trance, a burning touch, bloodknife I walk the path, its the path I choose Finisher at the last part, my friend A death by a cold winterbreath this night, its all about to end Aching stitches profound, a fading rose why shouldnt I take her life? I walk the path, its the path I choose Finisher at the last part, my friend A death by a cold winterbreath this night, its all about to end Frightful claws in me placed by anger Murderer superb, an assassin glorious to common eyes just a subtle stranger a demolisher in the fog notorious An art brought to mankind before the dawn of time... I walk the path, its the path I choose Finisher at the last part, my friend A death by a cold winterbreath this night, its all about to end
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