Out of the deepest night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank the Gods for everything they give
And for my vulnerable soul...
Pain like the devil makes me dance
And fall on hot, sharp, wounding coals,
And going through the hardship and distress,
I'll die to find the way to be reborn.
To die first
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