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Pyre
02:28
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Eins zwei drei.
There's blood in her dress
condemned to the pyre
they'll make her confess
she screams: nein nein nein.
You'll burn till dawn
your ashes will serve to heal the town
see you in hell.
"Our Father, Who art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name;
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen."
People say they've seen her ghost at night
she can't be guilty
they were just too high
just cause she gathers all the cats around
she's not guilty, not guilty.
They say she sings to evil gods
she can't be guilty
she was just too high
just cause she dances naked with the crows
she's not guilty, not guilty.
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2. |
Autumn dreams
03:30
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I lie to sleep
I fuck my sheets
they love me better than God.
Autumn dreams
I seal my eyes
and see your knife cutting dead skin.
(Chorus)
You run through the city lights
with my heart in a pastic bag
is this real life?
I drank too much last night
You driive through the city lights
with my corpse in the trunk of your car
is this real life?
don't ever wake me up
I fall like a moth into your eyes
I fall like a moth into your eyes
(Chorus x1)
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King of the rats
02:44
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(Chorus)
I hear voices
fear just comes struggling
mice that bite my feet
my sore feet.
Mom and Dad are gone tonight, a single child sings a lullaby. He¡s never alone as long as he sings, his echo is returning his voice back to him.
There's nothing wrong when an innocent sings, but he still hears whispers from underneath. The king of the rats' conspiring a trap: he'll tie your feet and scratch your eyes.
The kid goes out of the house, he's running and running, the rats go behind.
They've got you.
(Chorus x1)
Go run and hide from the king of the rats (x04)
It's all over
they are just mice
they can't hurt you
they've got small teeth.
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Purity
02:32
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I've got this purity
under all this filth.
Raped by jealousy
mercy on my guilt
God made us his way
they are proud of it!
I try to feel the same
but it is a trap
They are proud of it!
Give me poisoned wine
A cross between my thighs
God bless our disease
We are proud of it!
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C.I.A.N.U.R.O. Madrid, Spain
Christo Is Against Normalcy, Unity, Realty, Obedience.
//Madrid based band//
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