Ancient Rites
Ancient Rites - Cain lyrics
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I live to die How can my father turn to a God Who creates everything to die? I feel deceived, rejected... How can one pray? All so useless, senseless, cruel... Then I prefer to turn away Then I prefer to turn away From your God who can't be mine Who can't be mine...
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