| That so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust
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| Suddenly I fear the end of my solitude
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| Once a warrior, poetic shrieks now own my soul
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| Left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris
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| Hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him
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| Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare
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| But he no longer fights the torture of her voice
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| So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare
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| Made so clear as she extracts her painful toll
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| A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens
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| …He is hers…
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| Beautiful whispers leave one so far
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| Chain these hands of ageless struggle
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| Rid us of this beloved curse
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| An epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver lips so spiteful
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| Her tongue screams for him
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| Rid us of this curse
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| Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare
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| But he no longer fights the torture of her voice
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| So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare
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| Mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll
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| A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens
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| …He is hers…
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| Set loose so long ago by the foolish whim of Pandora
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| Phantoms which shall forever prey on mankind’s weakness
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| The grains of time hold no bearing to those eyes
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| In pale moonlight she sings to the haunted sea
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| Vile notes seduce old Cerberus to slake unholy thirst
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| Left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris
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| Hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him
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| Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare
|
| But he no longer fights the torture of her voice
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| So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare
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| Mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll
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| A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens
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| …He is hers… |