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He sleeps in fire
walks on stings
loves the silence
and rarely drinks
i didn`t call him
far be it for me
but when i`m starving
right here he will be
I`m not running!
I`m not scared
See him coming!
But i`m prepared

Don`t you judge me
my Solomon
try to walk there
with my shoes on
it`s easy way to
meanly exchange
righteous virtues
to golden mange
Hear his whisper!
In my soul
Joy deliverer!
Suavely crawls

Flames reflected in his eyes
burn my soul makes me lie
I don’t want you to be my parson
all i want is to burn down

I will suffer
oh how will i hate
your treacherous kiss
endless embrace
our smoking bodies
are kindled on wind
when i`ll be over
i`ll drop you a hint
Strife is over!
Truce is on
Joy deliverer!
Takes his own

forgive deep hurt
calm down, my foe
stifle the offence
lay down the law
you can`t come back
as we have deal
but you`ll return
as soon as wounds will heal
Adieu, my butcher!
My selfish Noah
My betrayer
I`ll miss you, foe

Flames reflected in my eyes
burned your soul made you die
It’s too late for you to be my parson
I’ve achieved my goal, I’ve burned down oh