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Your death has been aligned |
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With stars that do not shine |
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Their blackness calls your bane |
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For you know they have no shame |
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Let Circe look inside |
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The coldness of my eyes |
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I curse the light to die |
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As its brightness now subsides |
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Night star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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HelThe world has been designed |
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By falling stars that shine |
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Their darkness comes alive |
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For they call no name but thine |
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Let mortals look aside |
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As dreams and fate collide |
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I curse the light to die |
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And the blackness fills the skies |
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Night star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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HelYour death has been designed |
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By stars that do not shine |
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The blackest calls your name |
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Now you'll never be the same |
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It whispers in your ear |
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That darkness that you fear |
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The name it speaks is cold |
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And its presence looming near |
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Night star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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HelNight star |
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Hel |
