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As the hour comes |
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She opens up like beautiful rare flower |
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Blood offered, desire taken |
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She looks through blue glass |
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A white witch of my spirit bathes in the black river of her blood. |
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I feel sacrificed |
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She feels only the night that turned into a dance. |
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The key to immortality falls into my hand |
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My whole existence is taken by this scene. |
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Unfulfilled souls gather to watch as she bites my feeding hand. |
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We unite in the sweet tasting dream of enlightment |
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Dawn find this world quiet, cold and unbearable... |