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From the deepest dream |
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I caught a glimpse of the silhouette |
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I was seduced by the purity |
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That could never be tamed |
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Just as times does to leave in golden fall |
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My worst nightmare was a sweet tragedy |
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That lifted itself over the bare trees |
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On an agonizing, desolate and withered forest |
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A fatal winter dwelled in my heart |
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When she raised her eyes |
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And shaved me the blaze of the moon |
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And i adored her |
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A tear falls in the loss of time |
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Under the weak light of my being |
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And its trail is nothing more than my soul |
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In the form of frost |
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Why where my prayers ignored ? |
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Prayers from the frozen climate of my soul |
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Pleadings from a sacred dawn |
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Just ironic voices in my mind |
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Whilst the honey tingled on my lips |
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I was crucified |
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Thrown to the passion of the night |
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Which embraced me with its pearl towers |
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And i knew misery |
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A dying christ was a heresy |
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That fell over me |
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Through the tainted lights of an illusion |
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Of a god that looked at me with scorn |
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Only then could i visualize my dream |
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My communion with her in the deepest passion |
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Of pagan eroticism |
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Fog is her silver veil |
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Covering two drops of water |
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With the most subtle dark fragance |
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Drowning me with her movements til |
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The outrance |
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A like full of black roses |
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My wife, i have shaved blood with you |
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Underneath the shadows of the crows |
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That taint the sky |
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To sucumb to the beauty |
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That pulled me down drowning me |
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In the days in which the grave |
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Sang for me |