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Like a whore you crawl in front of your order Weep now, not like an angel Your measures - not the same as I once told Demonic thoughts of severance Bleed - prepared or not - now or another day The thorns of anguish will fall - down - by your hand Don't call me a liar - call me what you are The parallel sickness - don't slander Sleepless remembrance, pierce you like a pile Don't implore me to putrefy Implore your thoughts to fade Bleed - prepared or not - now or another day The thorns of anguish will fall - down - by your hand My path burns well I am addicted to this cry Now prepared to walk through the silver Sun I am my Sun - I am the fire Your heart glows through your flesh Inherit the blood of my severed wounds Bleed - prepared or not - now or another day The thorns of anguish will fall - down - by your hand