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Dakaltra, mistress of one's dark desires, |
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I acknowledged and knelt at your feet. |
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My funeral bride, your silver, icy eyes |
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Remind me of Lilith. |
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I gazed into your icy eyes, ya Dakaltra. |
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I rode over the storms |
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And defied time for you. |
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My only maze was the mists of your heart, |
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Your dark altar, yeah! |
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Dakaltra, your spell so strong |
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And organic as my heart, |
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Forever cold and burnt. |
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We shared our blood and souls. |
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My only maze was the mists of your heart, |
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Since these neverending nights |
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When your gaze ablazed my heart |