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If these walls could speak, they would tell the weird story |
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Of some secret cursed dynasties, witnesses of the time... |
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And also crimes and blasphemies suppuring blood and tears... |
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The unhealthy stench of moist, the aura so dark, |
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Mesmerizing they lead your soul to blow your life apart |
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And ask you to stay forever as some others did in the past... |
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First they all felt under the charm until it consumed their mind |
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Isolation supports the paranoia, until tragedy came... |
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At night I can hear the chanting of the dead... |
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Here is no peace... if these walls could speak... |
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Domain of flies, spiders and rats, no place for human reign |
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Even some priest would have changed, revealing the beast inside |
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From the cursed day they were built, hiding fear and mystery |
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Evil dwells in these walls, satan possesses the moisted stones |
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Times stops as you pass the entry, voices call to join them down |
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As a golden torture chamber, grim but still living on its own |
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Even gold rusts so close to evil, forles call you to stay |
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To feed them with new blood, as some others did in the past |
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Here is no peace.... if these walls could speak... |
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Fascinated by morbid thoughts, fleshcrawls and fever pulsions |
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The paradox of ecstasy when sanity extinguishes |
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Reversed is the cycle of nature, reversed is the cycle of life |
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A few knew it but all were touched, the plague goes on |
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Sowing the seeds of discord, leading humans to fratricide |
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As some icy stone fingers closing on yours destiny |
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Time doesn't exist anymore, here is no peace |
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I knew it a time and will never forget this scar... |
