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[CALIBAN]
You thought the worst was over
You thought my demon was dead
But the revenge has just begun...
My life for your blood
I am the avenger of the time
My sword is my witness and judge
There is no way out
There is no place to hide
Here I stand and fight for my desire
My life for your blood and fire...
Death for the rapist of my soul
One cut for each second of pain
A red sun will arise and liberate my soul
(But I will never forget the pain)...
Here I stand and fight for my desire
My life for your blood and fire...
You thought the worst was over
You thought my demon was dead
But the revenge has just begun...
My life for your blood
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the image of the world I live in
born into to fall into oblivion
is the huge arena of illusion & deceit
nothing's real
not a thing curtain call & the show starts,
commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing
lape of redemption - clowns
the masters of disguise
are man's prototype my fear of the future increases
this arena is crowded with clowns
curtain call & the show starts
just one tear releases a violent river
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[CALIBAN]
Cold blooded you’ve slaughtered the innocent
Your merciless sport is so bloody
But not for much longer
The day will come you will burn in a fire of requital
You will bleed for your dreadful actions
In the end you will whine, but there’s no mercy
And there will be bloodshed
But it won’t be that of the innocent
Cold bloodshed!
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[Caliban]
The finest breeze of wind, born is the beautiful, lonely in a wide open space.
There's nothing to see of the world.
Only dream.
Lonely in a wide open space, lonely.
Just to be me, only dream.
The sun is low, the moon is high and in the middle my consciousness.
The middle of day and night, no fear, no pain, immortal for one moment.
I'm screaming up to the sky right into infinity.
Silence!
Blood overruns my body, I'm tumbling down, imminent to drown in my own blood.
Nobody there to help, dead!
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[CALIBAN]
Take your god out of my life
Your words mean nothing to me
Your messages are just lies
One word, one lie
One word, one lie, one pocket full of money
How can someone die when he never existed?
A cycle of illusions crosses the land
Burn it down
Your illusions kill your mind
Pay in the name of god or pay for nothing
Lie
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