Pushin'. Gettin' ready for the fight. Pushin'. Every day and night. Pushin'. Gettin' ready for the fight. Pushin'. Every day and night. Pushin'. Gettin' ready for the fight.
Inside this fantasy. It seems so real to me. Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open. True life behind the wall. Where men and angels fall. A fading memory, when my mind is frozen.
The gods of past and future, returning from the sky. Defenders of the holy, they are soaring on high. All slaves of evils' kingdom, dropping down like flies.
Far beyond all light. Within the black and the coldest breeze. Caressed by the dark, I had my sleep. . Awakened by the moon. Nocturnal life, my powers to be.
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