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I make my mind feel empty |
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The sleep is drawing near |
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Then I pass into the world |
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That so many fear |
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I step inside the temple halls |
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A wet fog like the breath |
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Of a dragon is surrounding |
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My body lifts me... away |
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One thousand pallid deaths |
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Inside these halls |
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One thousand pallid deaths |
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I hear their call |
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Away through the halls where |
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Bricks are made of bones |
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And the floors are made of bloody |
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Slowly breathing flesh |
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Then I see a throne |
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All covered with dust |
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It drags me closer, oh will |
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I dare? But suddenly, |
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I wake up... |
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One thousand pallid deaths |
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Inside these halls |
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One thousand pallid deaths |
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I hear their call |
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So step inside (the temple halls) |
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A wet fog (like the breath) |
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Of a dragon (will surround) |
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Your body (and lift you... away) |
