When I'm going to stand in front of heaven's gate
And hear a gargoyle calling out my name
It will know, I am not the one to blame
In my whole life, I was living like a saint
The sinners will get their sentence
Trying to show fake repentance
No place for forgiveness
Crime doesn't stay without punishment
Every offense-trial were all in vain
I could not sin to the detriment of my faith
Because of my pure soul I was left to bleed
Culprits silenced my voice and buried it so deep
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