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Laughter of the night devours your life's brightness |
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Virgirn is singing - apparition of your death |
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exterior of the dark's standing deep in fern |
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white robe's waving in fog like her pitch-dark hair |
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your past was grey, your future is black |
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tears of extinct days stream through her eyes |
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blood over your tomb |
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She begins to cry, the master of the dead |
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holds a cross towards the sky |
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her empty eyes turn red, ardour is her soul |
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I hear this screaming flame |
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Ashes to ashes, blood to blood |
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condemnation, dust to dust |
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The bloody, black full moon |
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illuminates her skin |
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deadly pale it shines |
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reflecting at your grave |
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beyond the shades of sun |
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where pleasure's obsolete |
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I stride into a cryptic faint |
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ashore benighted thoughts |
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Your past was grey, your future is black |
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tears of extinct days stream through her eyes |
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blood over your tomb |
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See the wind abate |
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your dreamland life now ends |
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downpour leaves the clouds |
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raintrops touch your skin |
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grass will grow on your vault |
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comply with the night |
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Unveil this appearance, |
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it's your deceased wife |
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walk through untrod glades |
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The undefeated low will end... |
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Defane forsaken joy |
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domestic close behind |
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shadows prowl in the dark, |
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messengers of god |
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a modest epitaph carved in your stone |
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what have they written, |
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your will never know |
