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In mysterious ways your soul sinks down |
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As eerie constellations told of it before |
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This time you cannot hide |
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A maelstrom of inhuman fears |
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And the only way goes down... down... down... |
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Gone days of phantasmagoria |
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Welcome to the necromantic gallery |
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Where nightmares become so real |
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And souls are stigmatized with the sign of impurity |
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Misshapen silhouettes so awake |
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Black faces and only shades of grey |
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Distorted incarnations |
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And prayers for aeons unheard |
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In wastelands of delusion |
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Desolation all around |
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Welcome to the promised land |
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Where no single beam of light ever touched the ground |
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Life eternal in a traumatic fade |
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Believe me this is not a dream |
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These dead eyes you are gazing at are yours |
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Call it heaven, call it hell... |
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This is where the restless dwell! |