| My darling queen, I lay myself at your feet
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| And I shall stay the hands of fate
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| Wind cries out, heavens boil above voicing discontent to my sins
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| I have found the way to trick the ferryman
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| I have deceived the ancient Gods
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| Cold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too high
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| I shudder at what I have done
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| Each day brings me closer to you, my tragic victory
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| Darling queen I lay at your feet…
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| Chills take me as she wakes, throat gasps tainted breath
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| I’ve reclaimed you my stolen bride
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| Can your soul forgive my crimes of passion?
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| I would not close the casket; |
| I’m so consumed by your pain
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| Faint screams echo through the night…
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| Cold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too high
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| I shudder at what I have done
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| Each day brings me closer to you, my tragic victory
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| The pains of death can no longer haunt you
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| As the dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thought
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| Death can not win for I now dwell in the palace of decay
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| And I shall stay the hands of fate
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| Night descends, sinews twitch
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| My pale queen finally stands to taste silent lips now cursed with her love
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| Cold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too high
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| I shudder at what I have done
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| Each day brings me closer to you, my tragic victory |