Dancing to garrucha, strappadoSlave you're lying whore tomorrow she will dieSoft white face staring eyes through the heartWait for the call sent from heaven's dead eclipsePlace this clear secret force in the chest of the dying whore her sorrow will ignite the earthLed to the firmament silentlyFace the crying whore tomorrow she will die in court blindBlind pale eyes fixed on dead clocks to kill
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