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What pain is in my heart,
What pain is in my mind
What curse laid upon my head:
Before my birth I was recorded
in the Book of Dead
But I'm only weapon
In hand of my dark One
The seer of Ancient God
The blind executor of my carm
Home, my temporal shelter,
My cave where I can hide from cold and rain
My tower where I was imprisoned
until the end of condamnation
My crypt, where I decay, awaiting freedom
through self-destruction
Still needed for him
Following my scripted lot
I was born to kill
For what? I don't know
So look upon the burning skies
They proclaim to me decision of the Gods
I'm doomed to die
So look into my face
While remains of humankind
still living in my mind
While the insanity, a last step of my dying,
hadn't come...
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