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Under the holy cross they slay,
under the Crimson Cross they stay.
By the light they are damned.
Under justice we shall remain,
and by truth, stay the same.
In the dark abyss, with our eyes wide open,
the dancing shadows surrounds us.
Their acid nails brand us,
we are no longer our own.
The rythmic pound from our hollow hearts,
is the only thing that keeps us sane.
It reminds us of what we crave,
it reminds us of complete existance.
As we gasp for air, but inhale ashes,
we gaze upon the Crimson Cross.
And we bleed for no higher beeing,
we bleed not for deliverance.
We are proud pessimists, see us as proof,
that we bleed for nothing but the truth.
under the Crimson Cross they stay.
By the light they are damned.
Under justice we shall remain,
and by truth, stay the same.
In the dark abyss, with our eyes wide open,
the dancing shadows surrounds us.
Their acid nails brand us,
we are no longer our own.
The rythmic pound from our hollow hearts,
is the only thing that keeps us sane.
It reminds us of what we crave,
it reminds us of complete existance.
As we gasp for air, but inhale ashes,
we gaze upon the Crimson Cross.
And we bleed for no higher beeing,
we bleed not for deliverance.
We are proud pessimists, see us as proof,
that we bleed for nothing but the truth.
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