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The dungeons are calling our names, inviting us to a masquerade in the flames, once again lust will spread its wings and carry us through the northern winds. |
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Open the gates, to where it's all supposed to end and let us all in... daimons, whores, witches and fiends. |
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Swoop through the frozen landscape of red memories almost forgotten, |
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In rapid re-run: a crimson river of rich wine let loose on tiles. |
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Hideous sihouettes flicker in the candlelight, shapes of evil, we are all born of dayfright. |
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Ever since the banquet |
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I've waited for her burn, might she be here, can this be the night of her return? |
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There, right before my eyes she stands, my dark witch. |
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Dressed in her funeral shroud, as black as pitch. |
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Carved symbols in black, scars that never heal. |
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All over my body, for a thousand years |
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I bore her seal. |
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Come forth and lick the blood from my nasty wounds, still so young though she's older than the moon. |
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Carved symbols in black, scars that never heal. |
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All over my body, for a thousand years |
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I bore her seal. |
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She chased the moonlight out on the fields, a dance most sombre and seductive. |
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She told me twisted stories from her past, and said: - "take this stake and end my life, but do it fast". |
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Blood-drenched feathers against what's once been raped, beautiful, innocent but still not too old for what it is shaped. |
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How can you die right before my eyes? |
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I always thought you were one of us, one of the immortals. |
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Open the gates, to where it's all supposed to end, and let us all in... |
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Open the gates, to where we once were supposed to sin, and let us all in... |
