In a bed of blood the traces of love
A part of you, a part of me, the essence of life
My life disgraced, infernal ways
Have lid your way, to see me
Total dismay, paints your visage
As you obey, and feel me
So full of sin
So full of sin
My glorious precious seed, is spread out by the wind
To nourish all my deeds and feed my utter sins
I am the chosen one, I am the sovereign
What I accomplish, is what lasts...
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