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Listen to the old owl who's shrieking as the final bellman |
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Nature seems dead and wicked dreams abuse |
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Thou sure and firm set earth hear not my steps which way they walk |
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For fear thy very stones prate of my whereabouts |
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Stars hide your fires let not light see my desires |
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For they are black and deep as death itself |
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I have murdered sleep and therefore shall sleep no more |
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Never again shall sun that 'morrow see |
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The sentinel of the night |
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He's haunting me forever |
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The eternal walk |
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The endless pain and suffering |
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Forever hunting me in the night |
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The eternal darkness |
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Endless misery |
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Witchcraft celebrates |
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Pale Elishias offerings and wither'd murder |
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Alarmed by his sentinel the wolf |
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Whose howls his watch |
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My beloved mistress in crime now your hands are red as mine |
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It's a filthy witness of our crimes |
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Come thick mist and pull thee in the dankest smoke of hell |
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Let not my knife seen wound it made |
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My miserable which way shall |
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I fly infinite wrath and despair |
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Which way |
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I fly is hell myself am hell |
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And in the lowest deep a lower deep |
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Still threatening to devour me opens wide |
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To which the hell |
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I suffer seems a heaven |
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How art thou lost how on a sudden lost |
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Defaced deflowered and now to death devote |
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Is it the nights predominance or the days shame |
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That darkness does the face of earth entomb |
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When living light should kiss it |
