Shut up with your stupid lies
Don't cut my trembling nerves
I sing you black lullabies
And vanish among hellish curves.
All that you told is nonsense shizo
I won't listen that anymore!
You'll never slay down the wizard
If you dare, you'll lose the war!
Enough, I'm fed, and love is dead -
Burn the witch on the cross of silver.
You know, it's sad, the sin you had -
Repentance awaits, in fire fever.
Don't urge, what should be done,
Instead, remember your gone rivals,
You also in danger, under the gun,
I bet, you won't be among survivors.
That's the end, you're totally deleted,
And no remorse to all your springs,
Sitra Ahra is on my side, not bleeded,
Succubus warms my bed, golden rings.
Love Is Dead
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркенштейн, 2026
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