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Blame my cloven hooves - If I sink what does it prove I'll always will be your prey Blame my crooked cross - Say I'm your bitter loss The winds of hell are blowing your way
"Carry your cross and I'll carry mine
Dig your own hole and you'll be mine
Until heavens devour
Your very last hour"
Blame it on Hell's fire - And on my desires The skies are crying blood Give me all your lies - And blame the lord of flies The face of evil is the face of GOD
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Blame my cloven hooves - If I sink what does it prove I'll always will be your prey Blame my crooked cross - Say I'm your bitter loss The winds of hell are blowing your way
"Carry your cross and I'll carry mine
Dig your own hole and you'll be mine
Until heavens devour
Your very last hour"
Blame it on Hell's fire - And on my desires The skies are crying blood Give me all your lies - And blame the lord of flies The face of evil is the face of GOD