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Crawling clouds hide the moon staining silver on the waves |
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Like a swarm of blowflies darkness slowly spreads throughout |
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They're coming back again this time with a width of horizon |
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Mourning will come to an end, morning will never draw again |
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Burden grates the bones like fire licking naked skin |
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Like the memories fuel the flame of burning pain inside |
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Time is ripe, unlock the doors to tiny, hidden room inside |
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Let the demons walk in, let the graves of time be sealed ... |
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And whole earth falls asleep |
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Once abundant stream, now dries way... (This is my legacy, written with razors to my flesh My heart is buried, my soul dwells in sin I belong to the abyss, and I fall with joy For there was time when I walked among you all...) |
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Why won't this nightmare never end |
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After every funeral morbid season come again |
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I can't know if there was life outside anymore |
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As this winter within ripped my heart out and cut my soul in two |
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There is a point when every streaming stops, the |
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Oceanus calms |
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Like a swarm of darkness blowflies slowly start their feast |
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Long and surreal journey this has been, and |
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I know this is the last |
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Mourning will never end, morning will never draw again |
