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When the stars are right and you're alone |
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Take a journey, lock the world tight |
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Out of your mind. |
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The hall beckons your presence, the doors |
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Open wide you're to decide to turn back. |
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Deep the bowels of this black abyss. |
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Compelled |
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I just can't resist it, take me |
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Take me away take me away |
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I wanna know what's deep within |
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Take me away |
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Drawing near someone passes through me, |
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A silent entity never looking back |
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I won't dare |
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Evil eyes staring through he walls of stone |
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As I feared |
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I travel not alone. |
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Laughter's echoes with the blatant wind |
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I have passed the threshold deep within me |
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A voice of thunder said turn back |
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Tabernacle is forbidden |
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No mortal dares to enter here |
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I want to know |
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Flame is burning center of a fountain yearning, waters |
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Spring eternal, spiritual water physical fire |
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Above center is sky, cold neverness |
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Just vastness filled with stars upon stars |
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In the four corners of life are the golden mirrors |
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Reflecting what you are and what you are to be |
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In the first is a young boy white dove in |
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His hand, in the second is a warrior in armor |
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In the third is the old man gold watch |
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In his hand fourth and last |
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No reflection at all |
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No reflection at all |
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No reflection at all |
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Waters rise toward physical fire, voice says |
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Tabernacle is forbidden never looking back |
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I don't dare |
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If the water touches the flame |
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Forever in darkness yes |
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I'll remain. |
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White dove flies from the young boys hand |
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Through the mirror of the old man, only way out |