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Birth of Virgin Feelings Demo'03
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Music: Dictator
Lyrics: Misanthropic Poetry/Anne Infernal

I candles blew out in churches
The glare of somebody's pain
The pain that everyone searches
In this holy walls again

I candles blew out in churches
Weeping on those God's cinique
I asked but the priest was laughing
Hiding behind luxury

He hates the questions and answers
But still he smiles to me
His pain's other people's disaster
Wandering and flee

And I haven't found the answer
I tore away all the pain
From candles, from walls and from icons
And cry pierced the temple again

My wrists were terribly bleeding
And hands all the pain couldn't hold
Two nails in my veins penetrating
And wounds have been poured with salt

My pain was thrown and taken
By priests of the sacred Will
With black thorny wreath it was piercing
Was thrown in flame and was killed

Icandles blew out, not knowing
That pain is much stronger than us
It wasn't weeping and groaning
Because it is human beeing's parts.