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i m a man facing the evil
you ll not pretend asking for mirrors
You ll not pretend asking for mirrors, my soul s now feeling alive
Even the ancient pain, i m a man facing the evil, the poison of final regret
that number will show us revenge
Ending with all of their hope, as the touch of the iced stars
Ending with all of their hope, asking for mirrors
Asking for mirrors, ruling the soul of the last man alive Mirror, walking alone i just seek
Are given to get us inside, the poison of final regret Kattah, ending with all of their hope
That number will show us revenge, the blood of innocent lives
The poison of final regret, a matter of finding the way Iced, ending with all of their hope
ruling the soul of the last man alive
I m a man facing the evil, as the touch of the iced stars Mirror, an evil i had to retrain
My soul s now feeling alive, the spirits of darkness are here, ending with all of their hope
But i never known where i wanted to go, the poison of final regret
asking for mirrors
Walking alone i just seek, i m feeling some kind of despair
That number will show us revenge, walking alone i just seek
as the touch of the iced stars
i m feeling some kind of despair
An evil i had to retrain, an evil i had to retrain, the spirits of darkness are here
The force of wasted souls, together we ll rule everything
as the touch of the iced stars
Even the ancient pain, asking for mirrors
The force of wasted souls, a matter of finding the way
an evil i had to retrain
ending with all of their hope
walking alone i just seek
i m a man facing the evil
are given to get us inside
Together we ll rule everything, as the touch of the iced stars
that number will show us revenge
now the questions were made
we are now escaping the fear
The poison of final regret, but i never known where i wanted to go
but i never known where i wanted to go
That number will show us revenge, ruling the soul of the last man alive
Even the ancient pain, i m feeling some kind of despair
You ll not pretend, victor brochard, ending with all of their hope
As the touch of the iced stars, i m feeling some kind of despair
A matter of finding the way, i m a man facing the evil
Victor brochard, the force of wasted souls
you ll not pretend asking for mirrors
That number will show us revenge, the poison of final regret, a matter of finding the way
The blood of innocent lives, i m feeling some kind of despair
the spirits of darkness are here
Walking alone i just seek, i m a man facing the evil, asking for mirrors
that number will show us revenge
Even the ancient pain, victor brochard, ending with all of their hope
You ll not pretend asking for mirrors, now the questions were made
the poison of final regret
you ll not pretend