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Hear the raven calling the final hour has struck |
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The blackclothed bride facing destiny without fear |
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Far at last she is to begin her own requiem |
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The utter ceremony of the last ones |
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Forever trapped in the grey mist of misery |
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Fragmenst of the past flashing before her eyes |
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As she enters the century gates |
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The old candles are burning in the vault |
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The smell of dying flowers and rotten flesh |
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Surrounds her has she finds her way among the coffins |
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In the amber light of the candlelight |
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She sees the silhoutte of the altar of a thousand roses |
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Fallen beyond all grace deeper and deeper |
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The sound of her own blood dripping |
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Like sacred tears from a bleeding rose |
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An amorous requiem where she cries her sacred tears |
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Until she reaches the other side |
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Caressed by the morning wind as it gently touches |
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And undresses her shivering body |
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With gloomy eyes she invokes the other side |
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And wraps her existence in oblivion |
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The wine in her veins has become sour |
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But still it hurts for her to drain her heart |
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And sacrifise the most sacred tears of them all |
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A scream of pain and pleasure makes her body turn into colvulsions |
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As the cold steel of the blade cuts deep into her flesh |
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Fallen beyond all grace... |
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Hear the raven calling, the final hour has struck |
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For on the altar of a thousand roses |
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Lies the dying bride |
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Awaiting the demons arrival |
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In the sign of the pentagram |
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Invoking the deamons to rise |
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And take her to the other side |
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As the night falls the ritual ends her heart is now empty she is almost asleep her sacred tears are forever lost |
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The wind has stopped mourning |
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And the raven is gone |
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Her soul is no longer condemned |
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To everlasting pain |
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Fallen beyond all grace... |
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In the amber light of the candlelight |
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The ground is turning red her naked body now lies pale on the altar |
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And as she closes her eyes |
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She sighs and falls asleep |