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Who stole your heartbeat in the night? |
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The acolytes fearful in the flickering light |
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They hold a mirror to catch the breath from your mouth |
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But your breath was stolen by the wind from the south |
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Another winter's tale is done |
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Your immortal lover - he's gone |
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The chalice stolen from her hand |
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Eternal life at her command |
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Now all that she rules must sleep |
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The howling shriek of death in your eyes |
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The hawklord and the beast enter your room |
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The gold will turn to rust |
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Your empire follows you into your tomb |
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The wraiths of night caress |
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And whisper softly now, ' |
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We are the dead' |
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They bear your life away |
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They tear your heart in two |
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They've taken the queen |
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To some better place, so they think |
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As the flame burns low |
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Now the flame burns higher |
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And it purifies the love that died |
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A stone rolls closed on a life |
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Back to the earth, sealing the tomb |
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Our skeletons rise through the veil of blood |
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Who summons us now from our graves?' |
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We are the dead' |
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The shriek of death in your eyes |
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The hawklord and the beast enter your room |
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The wraiths of night caress |
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And whisper softly now, ' |
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We are the dead' |
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They bear your life away |
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They've torn your heart in two |
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They've taken the queen |