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Beyond the black hole I lie |
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Beyond the black hole I cry |
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In the seas are falling down |
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My tears on holy ground |
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Princess of seaworld, princess of time arise! |
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This winds of decease, my mistress release at last |
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I am spellbound in thy dreams, |
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The world is drowning in the deeps |
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Goddes Nebula |
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Mistress of seaworld, my heart got the reason, |
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The stream of your evil will seed in my ego |
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Withered and teraful you growed out in my rebirht |
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(As) the daylight dims out under wings of your eagle, |
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And the shadowlord is rising high, dripping slowly as the time |
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Feel the darkness comes around my soul, as the daydream in my eyes |
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Lost in the wisdom, I'm searching for nostrum, |
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Cause fearful and dreadful seems the way in you castle |
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Where is the crystal of midwinter whisper |
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That opens the gate of your realm in the maelstrom |
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And the shadowlord is rising high, dripping slowly as the time |
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Feel the darkness comes around my soul, as the daydream in my eyes |
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[Chorus:] |
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Shadowlord, beyond the black hole lives the sun |
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Beyond the black hole dives the moon |
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Take my soul, in requiems of evil, in requiems of night |
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As we, together stand in rain |
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The tears of blood begin to flow |
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Down into my hands |
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And I pray that the dream will never end |
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May the stars of the distant worlds |
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Shine upon the end of my way |
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At last streams the night as cold's the |
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Wind that sweeps the clouds |
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I wander throught the past |
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As silent moon among the stars |
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Dark seems the world |
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Between the dreams of my life |
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See, the end is coming near |
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Cherish me in your heart |
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Blind stars whisper the blood into my arms |
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The light of your eyes was quenched |
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Night came into my heart |
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As we forsook both the twilight and shadow |
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We choosed the path of the light |
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Even the wise can not see all the ends |
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But the mortals with live with your love |
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Blood is the cue of my master, his servants |
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And dark should the world be |
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But hope and the memory shall still live |
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In some (hidden) valley where the gras is green |
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Blind stars whisper the blood into my arms |
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Bitter will my days be |
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And I will walk in (the) wild alone |