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In the depth of the darkest age

Sprouts seed of a bitter story

Death and hatred born from love

Darkness will absorb everything living

The birth of two sons

Is see might the happiest

For proud father and mother

For some time

Hours of suffering and difficult conception

Were topped by a shock and doubt

The birth of two brothers

Joined by flesh and soul...

Siamese children fought regardless

Handicap and uncertain future

They fought disgrace by side until

They grew up and started to understand

They common path of suffering

Started to change

They started to see

A burden in each other

They hated each other more and more

They were sick of each other so much

They started to verbally harm

And blame each other to be born

Eyes scratched out cut throats

Hearts torn out and hair pulled out

It came to radical deal

To separate from each other by a scalpel and end this hell