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Gaudi the master himself 'Caus you consist of shattered thoughts They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell This last supper makes
[Thursday night. The Last Supper.] (Apostles) Look at all my trials and tribulations Sinking in a gentle pool of wine Don't disturb me now I can see
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: Leave your life and follow me Leave your children and touch my dream I'll show you a world behind the scenes I'll show you a life far away from what
: Lost in the no man's land Died in agony and pain I raise my hands into the sky Shattered eyes asking please why? Why am I My life to desecrate Why
: I look around and see their faces I feel the hate and deadly embraces They're screaming and laughing I hear their obscenities They're crying and joking
: What a fool I'm, what a helpless soul Why I betray him, they are on patrol What can I do to solve my consciences It seems that I have to carry the
: Killers on the prowl Hell is on earth Slaughter everywhere The world's getting worse Fires in the sky Blood runs forever When children cry Hundred
: Out of the cold, they are rising up Nameless creatures, bent on revenge They follow blind a senseless idol Their religion is black and suicidal Black
The liar sits right by my side His eyes are full of fear and pride It's my last supper After this I will die It's my last supper My own sacrifice Welcome
: Until the end of time I know you'll be mine Forever and ever We stay together When thunder and lighting Changes love into hate Our curse will come
: Blackened days, long winter nights Days without future, days without light No horizon, no intoxing heat I'm listening to my lonely heartbeat My soul
: Open the door With you lips kiss the floor Open your eyes You're in hell pay the price Open your mind Let me see your thoughts behind Open your mouth
But it's only the devil in disguise I feel a hand caressing my head I'm bonded by the fear of death I'm getting up with my last power In mortal agony
Gaudi the master himself 'Caus you consist of shattered thoughts They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell This last supper makes you
: This is our last supper together The last time we share in this intimacy We have created a suffering circle that threatens to Tighten and destroy