refrain of a song lost long ago

I crucified myself and left the crows eat my skin.

I feel with pleasure the burns by the candles that fell from the sky.

The blood dripping from my eyes are going to clean my sin.

The god you have behind you, I once desire to be mine.

The petals of rotten roses dances sadly in the wind.

The bell tolls again, cause it knows the future of this world.

Now the possibility of an happy end, don't go away from my mind.

The land of misery and sickness is slowly turning cold.

Woke up

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