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Deep pleasure and temptation of the darkness
Black depth I fall, and to know
I will feel it with this body
I will finish fighting until the day to greet death
Is it still early to die? I can¡Çt yet die
Until the day to draw an ideal
Time to turn on the light of the end come
In order to worship a crimson rose
I will drink up even the blood of God
I entrust this position to a massacre without
dying out and will be dyed
Comfort of sadness to betray God
I ship, and the pains fall and become the pleasure
I get a dream, and take it
I make the world an enemy and
What do you become in search of justice?
Change all into nothing! Year!!
The heart is not a weapon, a thing to believe
People always deceive you and I
I break it and walk the times
Depth of the darkness that at last
I understood since I fell
Time to turn on the light of the end come
In order to worship a crimson rose
I will drink up even the blood of God
I entrust this position to a massacre without
dying out and will be dyed
The beautiful comfort for all you...
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