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￭ I know what you're thinking, father 
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Let us rave, my love, `till the dawns will come
And conquer us, showing us their faith and their warmth. Let us rave, my love, we are soldiers of fortune. Tenderness wasn’t meant for us, Owr paws were given to scratch faith’s eyes. We are wild cats, owr passion raises blood, We are flowers of carnage, children of war.
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