An evil dream did not let me sleepI saw myself sitting in a burning chairMy wounds start bleeding againI wanted to touch the moonA journey to the stars for very last timeCreating GodsIn your illusionsCreating GodsNailed to the crossCreating GodsIn your redemptionCreating GodsNailed to the crossSome black ravens flying over meLacerating my faceI hear voices out of the darknessThe black riders are awake againCreating GodsIn your illusionsCreating GodsNailed to the crossCreating GodsIn your redemptionCreating GodsNailed to the crossWhipped by the windBlinded by hateWith their hate the storm will comeWith the death the end of all days is nearWinds wakes me upBloody snow is fallingMy veins are frozenBlood turns into iceI can see themThey are waiting for meCreating GodsIn your illusionsCreating GodsNailed to the crossCreating GodsIn your redemptionCreating GodsNailed to the cross
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