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"I grasp the soil from the tomb |
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and cover my face |
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This face of a murderer" |
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Serpents betrayed me |
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They crawled in my head and betrayed me |
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Old woods, they misled me |
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Cut my face and misled me |
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The owls are not what they seem |
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They made me do it |
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Am I a ghost amongst them? |
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But this blood is real that stains my hands |
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Tortured by these voices, like flies around me |
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They chased me here and you invited me in... |
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These woods breathe evil! |
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Rust on the ground and the arches of fire! |
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These woods breathe evil! |
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Here in the circle of eerie winds! |
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Towards the black heart of magnetic north |
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Black lodge and red rooms of insanity |
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Here I reached the point of no return |
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With my hands around you they chased me here |
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To this hotel of ghosts |
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And they showed me this room, this room with a view |
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And you invited me in... |
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These woods... |
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They led me back here, to your buried body... |
