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In the mirror - Her spell...
In her spell - a thick, long snake.
In the mirror - Cutting...
Cut in me - Mocking spirit.
Which face would be the flickering of the candles of your SELF.
Calling the storms of your sleep.
The spell of witches in the reflection of my desires?
Embrace the devil's fullness na screaming.
In the mirror - her spell...
In her spell - a thick, long snake.
- A terrifying myth, or a priest.
- Blood is mixed in the crystal glass.
- The wine of the king of wines - the sipper of my curses.
Embrace the devil, the clergy always sleeps with the devil.
Dawn like night orgasm sparkles with the blush of the sun.
You - in the basement of the station - Ånisz. It's just a dream.

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