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[Music: Spiros A., Lyrics: Sotiris V.] Hate me Help me Convert my mind Direct me to your gloom The halls of kingdom To the land of no return Take me ignorant Show me your master and creator Take me Take me to the tombs of your sacred relics Where bodies bend like weak betrayers What a fitting punisher you are Bring your own redemption The touch of the nails to the skin is the fruit of your love for masochism I don't deserve your trance I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots I am the kind that doubts the unreason From Letras Mania