I got home pretending to be good
But the chains of bound cannot be destroyed
My home is under flames
I'm watched by the dogs of hell
Oh my sweet sins are comming after me
Through harsh marsh I walk
My legs covered in mud
On dirt I go forward
Under the storm I dream of light
Oh my sweet sins are comming after me
Before me stand blazing gates
Opened in the dark
As I step into the void
A voice call me over
Oh my sweet sins are comming after me
The devil got me to the core
Oh my sweet sins are comming after me
Oh my sweet sins are comming after me
Oh my sweet sins are comming after me
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