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Their lives had become one with thee and their souls I claimed |
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I have lost all on fields of black remorse |
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As scarlet tears drowned thy will and thy hope |
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Fading with the sun were thy precious dreams |
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Yet still her sweet face was with thee as I died |
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She is the raven that kisses the wind |
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And echoes the fears of man |
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She is a vision of subtle melody |
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Soft black lace graced her skin |
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Pale as the ivory night moon |
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Morose and beauty over me |
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Consuming all... |
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The winds carried a mist of red death over dead crowned hills |
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As the rain quelled the burning fields now drowned in blood |
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The trumpets of man's war rose silently from far distant woods |
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As a pall reflection of melancholy in the wrath of this deceit |
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Clouds of ashen gray dew down the sorrow of their lives |
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The end of all days is here and time must now fall away |
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Yet thy eyes went to her grace and drowned in her beauty |
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I devoured her elegant warmth and caress, delicate in it's endless care |
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Yet thy heart went with her blood that day, an eternal part her |
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This raven took from thee thy life and gave to thee an undying lust |
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As the sun gently drifted beyond hills stained with red |
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I arose to a world of scarlet hued tears frozen in filth |
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There upon the scarred earth I gazed forever into their lifeless eyes |
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Downcast hollowed shadows of man crying silently in repose |
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I had been reborn into a darkness greater than man |
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The eternal scarlet sun has set beyond this land |
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And before thee the lives of thy people have gone... |
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I must weave this tale of sorrow and despair,this tapestry of depression is the story of thy life, for sadness is the raven muse of tragedy... |
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Sadness is the raven muse of tragic loss... |
