Mitt Begjaer Oppfylt (My Lust shall be Fulfilled)
When I feel the pain, is always late.
While my heart is shattered, my blood flow away! My blood flow away!
And I'm still crying, for what I've done. And I'm still dying, for what I've undone!
To cut my veins, is my desire, to loose my reins or let me dying.
When I feel the pain, is always late, and now I'm crying!
I'm here alone, in empty darkness, I searched them all in useless voyage!
And yet I'm dying, I thrust in my desire...
Another night, my soul is tight.
Another night, in feeble sight.
The day will come, to shape my hopes. The sun will burst, to sink my bones.
And I'm still crying for what I've done. And I'm still dying for what I've undone.
That night!
And yet I'm still asking for some more.
By the pain I'm fulfilled.
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So I wish more gore!
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