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When the storm came, |
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bashing waters against my windows, |
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ripping my calm and making the dark complete |
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I knew not to die in autumn. |
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Herald a spice of cold |
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Reeming through for life |
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Escaping the anguish of days gone bad |
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towards days going worse. |
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Hell - I see it |
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Hell - I know your domains |
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Hell on a crown of thorns. |
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The terror of a statue taking posture |
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in this contaminated building. |
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If I could see it I'd tear my eyes out |
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for how to bear this knowing |
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Of how flesh turning to stone, iron or dust. |
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It happened just now. |
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Hell to be relived |
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in order to make a new god. |
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Hell for only me, so that you might live. |
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Nothing left in the mirror's frame now. |
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Something must have left this room. |
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Thought all the doors are locked |
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and have been sealed firmly since ages. |
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Nothing left in the mirror's frame now. |
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Something must have left this room. |
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Hell - I see it |
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Hell - I know your domains |
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Hell on a crown of thorns. |
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Hell to be relived |
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in order to make a new god. |
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Hell for only me, so that you might live. |
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Hell on a crown of thorns. |
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When the storm came, |
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bashing waters against my windows, |
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ripping my calm and making the dark complete |
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I knew not to die in autumn. |
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Herald a spice of cold |
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Reeming through for life |
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Escaping the anguish of days gone bad |
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towards days going worse. |
