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A mirror blank ocean above me decoy |
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Superior forces that heal or destroy |
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Take me astray into the moonlight above |
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Through twilight eyes as a spectre shadow |
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It is a time of great light |
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And a great darkness |
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Can't you feel the present |
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Of its phenomenon |
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In an atmosphere supreme |
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Forces dwells in dormancy |
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The essence of its spirit is evil |
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As a curse upon thy name |
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Midnight is the shepherd of mysterious powers |
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And moving shadows in the corner of the eye |
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Moon's blazing intuition |
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Contains what death require |
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Cleanse the doors of perseption |
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See things appear in its true art |
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The cold hands of divinity |
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Will tear thy soul apart |
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Behold the sky above |
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when the moon is in the scorpio |
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A cold bleak light |
