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So cold an embrace |
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From the dead, |
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Yet so familiar arms |
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That used to belong |
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That used to belong to a queen |
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So cold a kiss. |
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So cold a kiss from the lips. |
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Once the lips of a Goddess |
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A feather-like touch. |
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And a tear of a prince. |
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Crimson and black. |
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A promise. |
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And a venomous CURSE!! |
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A tear that shall turn to ice |
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A heart that shall turn to stone |
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Blood that no longer runs |
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And all signs of joie shall burn |
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And whirlwinds of hatred |
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Shall lift the ashes of joy |
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It shall be spread to the east |
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Spread to the west |
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Spread to the north |
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And spread to the south |
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Of this dead heart pulse |
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The pulse of decay |
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AAAHHH!! |
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From rulership and dignity |
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To serpent poison dread |
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The pulse of decay |
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And the wrath of the transformation |
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All the grace and beauty of the past. was raped |
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And left for dead |
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The pulse of decay |
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The pulse of a fallen dynasty |
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The pulse. the pulse |
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The pulse. |
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Of DECAY!! |
