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Slowly falling, slipping down, but i don't hit the ground |
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Still my soul is a slave to to the cozen sound |
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The benefactor of the worlds, his daughter, just so frail |
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In a room of tragedy, illusions to unveil |
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The trident-hearing lord of lies, appears in diefferent ray |
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His sword of light reflects her delightful face |
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Not to disregard myself, discharge my enemy |
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It manifests in different slaveries |
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And as the wind blows in cold inside the room |
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Her angel wings now keenly hurt me too |
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Blood on my hands, a painful legacy |
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A foresight might, a magic enemy |
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But i can't hide myself this way |
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She looked at me and slipped away |
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When you hear me with all the brightness you've been told |
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When you fear me sharp as a razor with a heard of gold |
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When you feel me, strange and beautiful and pain, |
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When you... fear my ... |
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Soul temptation on and on again... |
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Blood rains from heaven now, with every word she says |
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But she won't turn her angel eyes again my way |
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It's reeling in my bones, as darkness is released |
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As my tears will drift me out, |
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More than i can't believe |
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A fierce revenge on you, abanding all my shame |
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You'll never hurt me so, never do the same |
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I'll try to wahs away my pain, my spirit, flesh and bone |
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As teardrops are falling one by one |
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Let me do it... alluring prophecies |
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My inner fear of this divine obscurity |
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All the whispers, my soul will ever harm |
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From a whisper... into the dawn |
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I'll never thought i'd rest my life |
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As skanda rules my health and pride |
