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All that I know, erased by lies |
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That have eaten my memories away |
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I walk words towards fate step by step |
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Closer to cold |
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The rise of emptiness |
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Closer to cold |
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Guilt unites with regret |
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I have taken starvation as my one and only bride |
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Chosen to live life as a disease personified |
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And in the call of winter |
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I learned the words to make it stop |
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An oath, a pact with sickness |
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We must always walk hand in hand |
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Closer to cold |
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The rise of emptiness |
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Closer to cold |
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Guilt unites with regret |
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I am veiled in tears of scarlet mourn |
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One step closer to cold, all reason is unborn |
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By the chant of seven whistlers tune |
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We grow closer to death |
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Beneath this cold and blood dimmed moon |
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Closer to cold |
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The rise of emptiness |
|
Closer to cold |
|
Guilt unites with regret |
|
All that I know, erased by lies |
|
That have eaten my memories away |
|
I walk towards fate step by step |
|
By the chant of seven whistlers tune |
|
We grow closer to death |
|
Beneath this cold and blood dimmed moon |
|
Closer to cold |
|
The rise of emptiness |
|
Closer to cold |
|
Guilt unites with regret |
