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The rain slowly wets my face as |
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I pass through the cemetery gates |
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Shadows licking every move |
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I make enshrouding the earth where |
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I walk The sound... |
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The spinechilling sound of owls howling in the night |
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Yes, they sang for me |
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For me they chant, speaking in tongues |
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Preaching for my restless soul |
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Choirs as if from the abyss itself |
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A dirge of celestial creeps |
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Through the night this opus was heard as a symphony of the dead [chorus:] |
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In the glare of the moon |
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The winds kept embracing me |
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Filling me with its decay |
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As I fixed my eyes on the moonlight tombs in ruins surrounded in black |
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These catacombs, these distant graves almost seemed to glow |
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Closing in as they called for me |
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I bowed in front of the tombstones |
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I observed their ancient shape |
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The nocturnal breeze grew stronger and so did the howling of the owls |
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I turned around and read the epitaph and so my blood froze cold as ice |
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There my name was engraved |
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I saw it clear, in the glare of the moon |
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Lurking in the darkest of shadows away from the unbearable light |
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Something was watching and slowly approaching |
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With eyes of fire and a breath of death itself |
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Punctured lungs and pierced through the heart |
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It slit my throat as |
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I gasped for my final breath |
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Drenched in blood, completely drained and as |
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I fell to the ground |
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I beheld this creature of the night |
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But when my soul arose to join the night, claws of death pulled it back, in the glare of the moon [chorus:] |
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In the glare of the moon [metal vocals by Jensa Carlsson of persuader:] |
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In the glare of the moon - |
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I drank the blackest blood |
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In the glare of the moon - |
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But my eyes remained obscure |
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In the glare of the moon - |
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The night filled my lungs |
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In the glare of the moon - |
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And so I was reborn... ...in the glare of the moon |
