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He's the weak Narciso seeing his image in the stream... |
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When the nocturnal stars die her bed is the void, the black vortex |
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And I the Master hidden in the Light Evil will and the angelic glaze |
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Nightmare masked with air and fire |
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Infinite space over desecrating night skies |
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They are the golden curls coils of slimy snakes |
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I'm the weak Narciso, reflecting in the flames |
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I take what I want, and all I see |
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Sitting on my throne of crimson leaves |
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He tears your tender body, with thousand thorny roses... |
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He tears my tender body, with thousand thorny roses... |
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Dissolute Son, filthy agony of her eyes |
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Would you close the eternal circle? |
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The rending scream of the victim in chains |
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Hurge the Beast to consume its feed |
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his whim dispels the dimensional veil |
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it drops the mind to the primordial fury |
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Nightmare masked with air and fire |
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Infinite space over desecrating night skies |
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Each morbid ritual unleashes the elements of perversion |
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The golden vulture feeds on her human essence |
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The blossom is fading, its stalk is bleeding... |
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The blossom is fading, its stalk is bleeding... |
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When it's dawn, while Rha is rising |
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the crime is accomplished, creature hunted |
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The crime is accomplished creature exiled for your vanity! |
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Spirits of midday brought her with clouds |
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Beyond times inside the world.. |
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He's the weak Narciso seeing his image in the.. |
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Along the dark red paths, deserts to your sandy den |
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Between ancient stories and whispered legends |
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I still exist in your ritual revenges |
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Perfect, infect, deprived of your wings |
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Barren, sparkly, carrier of diseases |
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Your stony monuments |
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Bent toward Nut's womb |
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Oracles inside the Prophets of Atlantis' dead sons! |
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The advent of your deepest dusk on my face there is a mask.. |
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A castle grown with fear shall burns my frozen tears |