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Is it me or just a nightshade |
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Crowling on the ground |
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That prevents my walk |
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In the underground |
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I have heard perhaps the voices |
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Whispering spot apart |
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My name through the wind |
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Like undesired forecast |
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Faerytales of darkness embracing my soul |
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Black curtain fall hopeless in bloody overture |
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Sillhouets end dancing before the queen comes through |
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And so spring the impulse to their nocturnal rite |
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From day becomes a nightmare |
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Haunting in the dark |
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In forest of pleasure |
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Forest of lust |
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As they're stepping in the moonlight |
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Their eyes begin to fail |
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From dream of the dead |
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Accrues existence |
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By centuries are blazing the memories of youth |
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No one can see them, as they began to lose |
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Even and endless is my ramble through |
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The dismal deeps of this, of this nocturnal rite |
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From the cradle comes the obscure light |
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It's just a silent fate |
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By her candle slouched |
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Horizon dark like an endless night |
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Trail ragged with thorns |
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Of the unborn lies |
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Beyond the ruined fense an angel cries |
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Frozen tears he darts |
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Spreads his wings to flight |
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Clouded skies drain the sand |
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From the turned glass |
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Before the bell strikes twelve |
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I, I'll take you down |
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Before the raven croaks |
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Before the night falls down |
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I, I'll embrace your soul |
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Before it loses the hope |
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Before my master calls |
