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Cross I

I am fighting against the fate

To suffer for piteous glory

And I'm fighting for my life

When the death on cross is trivial

I am the cross

And the nailed to the cross

I am the cross

I tame the beast

Locked inside this ritual misery

Fire of my life burns faster

Lonley can I release myself

From the white nazarene costume

I am the cross

I've got the brand of suffering

And nothing has been before

Purple haze on my eyes

Pools of blood on cooled down floor

Hand of doom don't hold me up to the ridicule

The gates of life close

Nobody will ever see my coldest pain

Winter's in my mind

The ones who worship me will cry at my demise

Will swallow the pride

The ones who trust me must be blind and weak

And it's the beginning