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[J. Nordavind '96] A cold sharpened blade plunge through the skin. Death triumphant. Death the king Blood on my hands. Blood on my lips I took the frail bliss of your eyes and its darker than you think... I violate. I come at night. My great endurance of body, mind and heart Let me take you through... A gust of wind. Torrent of rain. Blood and semen Murder is art The cold blade. The cold blade. Aus Songtexte Mania