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I cursed this ferocious blood of mine.
The cross of such momentous legendary sins...
As the ripples in the lake expand, I pray to the moon
for punishment for my grave sins.
Lock them up, lock them up, these instincts I've
hidden, their freedom snatched away by chains.
In flashback
I can't bear any more of those days to which I don't
want to return. I won't waver anymore - the present is
the seed of a future that I want to truly live.
All my sins, all my punishment, I'll accept everything.
I'll live in a tomorrow where I can transcend all my
bestial blood.
In a corner of my revived memories,
A lamentation ruled over the darkness and the night.
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