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Here I hang on this tree,
feel the pain of the nails
Things that once brought me horror
now bring a smile on my face

I feel like IÂ’m drowning
on my own bloody sweat
Well I used to love sunlight
but now itÂ’s peeling my head

Contemplate thisÂ… on the Tree of Suffering!

Take a look to the sky
see those Demons descending
They want to tear out your eye
taste sweet manflesh and blood

I am not a weak man
wonÂ’t die crucified
That which does not kill you
only will make you stronger

Contemplate thisÂ… on the Tree of Suffering!