Photophobia - For A Taste Of A Lightened Existence | Текст песни

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My veins dropping on this lightened path
When my sight praticing this dazzle
The cruel image penetrating my yes

Feather dirty of blood
Dying angel … blaming my choose with their inexpressive gazes

Isn’t true that paradise is light?

I reach the witheness with suicide
Tasting my blood o cherubins
And feeling the taste of a mortal existence…

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