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Find your wasteland sharp and cold |
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beyond the doors of fear and love. |
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Seek the rose - her tiny leaves - climbing up the walls. |
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Even her life is taken by winter's night. |
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When he breathe upon her neck. |
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Look at her, as she smiles of death - |
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her body grabbed by icy hands, |
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any thorn is overruled by night. |
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For he crawls into the hearts of all. |
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The eye of the moon is glowing, though... |
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she is silent, at distance - lonely wolf is howling. |
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Then... everything is silent. |
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The cold is sneaking up upon us all. |
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The sun is gone, like a lonely man... |
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Now the angels start to fall. |
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Bloodstained walls - time is melting |
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Curtains torn apart. |
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Dark winds leap across the mountains |
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death is, when life turns into art. |
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Human |
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God |
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Sleeping heart |
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Know thyself - the beast you are, |
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Oh yes, feel, run into your arms. |
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Paradise belongs to you. |
