As we plunged into the inferno of life,
this is the real hell and paradise is only an utopia.
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A debt of honour on the verge of madness, in my heart of hearts.
Hurt and weaken from the swirl of barbarity poor child of sin,
devilish angels, a scornful look, haunted by the past.
[CHORUS]
[1st LEAD — Marios]
[2nd LEAD — Gus]
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