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Bathory Born For Burning

without fright BORN FOR BURNING... BORN FOR BURNING... BORN FOR BURNING... BORN... She can't feel the pain She gaze at the sky In the greedy flames She will burn

without fright BORN FOR BURNING... BORN FOR BURNING... BORN FOR BURNING... BORN... She can't feel the pain She gaze at the sky In the greedy flames She will burn

BORN FOR BURNING... She can't feel the pain She gaze at the sky In the greedy flames will burn tonight The beauty burning Like the moon at harvest