| Last night I walked again that soil
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| Places in my mind
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| Remembrances as cold pieces of glass
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| Blood red stained mirrors
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| Lie broken upon the floor
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| A time so far — Something we can’t recall
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| I’ll take your hand towards the night
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| Where our souls will be as one
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| I can’t describe the day
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| When we crossed our solitude ways
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| Deserted houses — Haven of mine
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| Tombs under eternal fog and frost
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| The pool of blood is turning cold
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| As we watch our reflection
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| Becoming red as December dusk
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| I’ll take your hand towards the night
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| Where our souls will be as one
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| You’ll never cry alone in the rain
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| The sleep will heal our solitude days
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| They’ll never live the meaning of parting
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| Souls left alone in the night
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| As tears flow with the pain
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| Loneliness, coldness and bloodlust
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| Alcohol, razorblades and the same old places
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| Blood, tears and semen
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| The only human things will be left of me?
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| I love the night as I love your eyes
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| You’ll burn inside the cold lands of my heart
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| Our way together towards inhumanity
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| Our dreams without any God above
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| I’ll take your hand towards the night
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| Where our souls will be as one
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| We’ll never cry alone in the rain
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| Only Death now could divide our solitude ways |