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Let mother nature sweep me up in her infinite arms |
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Let her carry my burden, this sorrowful dirge is to comfort her |
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Her sweet night lullaby will sooth my sadness |
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And I'll dream the passions once again, for all my dreams are but of her |
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And let the moon reside over us tonight, like embracing lovers |
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Its gentle solace warms me with its light |
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As giant trees shed their tears before my path, soft colours of cool |
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Autumn nights |
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And I walk upon the thorns of roses spread along my path |
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Blood leaves the innocence far behind and lets the corrupt aggrandise |
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Tread this bloodiest path, and you'll taste her infinite love |
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Into the arms of mother nature and time beyond. |
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Her feminine beauty surrounds us at all times, her hate is all |
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I seek And sheathed are those who are blind to her darkness, her hate is her love |
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She is always crying out for her children, yet our concious minds cannot hear her cries |
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My concupiscence for her is great |
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I am truly one of her cult, a spitual one |
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Whose heart rests in melancholy... |
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Forever, the word itself is etched in my skin |
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My feet are bloody from walking this path |
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My face hardened from all my loss |
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And my tears long dried up, and no more tears will |
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I shed I just keep walking in the night, searching, for knowledge is the key to her wisdom |
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Into the arms of mother nature and time beyond |
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I bury myself deep in her bossom |
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And hold on all throughout the long night |
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Whilst the chorus of nature lulls me into sleep, and into dreams of the sullen |
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I'm so tired, tired of being alone |
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I cry out to let her know of my desire, she will answer my call |
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To pass through into the dismal gloom of death |
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She will taste my blood tonight, the sweet taste of my blood |
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The hour of my demise has come, the final hour |
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And the sun is close to dawning |
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I walk along the path, weary and my feet bloodied and sore, from the fragrant rose thorns underfoot |
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Deep into the woods |
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I take the knife and hold it out before my eyes, the gleam from the blade is frightening |
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And say my last goodbye, |
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I'm coming. |
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I cut deep into my flesh and watch the blood run forth from my wounds |
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And fall to my knees when |
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I see the light, the final light before the darkness |
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And I know, |
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I am one with her, my mother nature |
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And I shall go now, into the arms of mother nature and time beyond... |
