| I watch light slip away
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| I sense them enter the room
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| I feel my heart wrestle cold despair
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| impending imminent doom
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| though your love hangs from me like a crucifix
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| (I pray my soul to keep.)
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| protective glimmer in the night
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| (beacon in the night.)
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| I feel their spell weaving into me
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| though my veins start to swell
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| I resist the veil of The Brides
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| They’re drawing close!
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| They circle closer to my bed
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| Nocturnal eyes paralyze
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| Lithe hands of evil pattern on my flesh
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| I roll the whites of my eyes
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| though your love hangs from me like a crucifix
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| (I pray my soul to keep.)
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| protective glimmer in the night
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| (beacon in the night.)
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| I feel their spell weaving into me
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| though my veins start to swell
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| I resist the veil of The Brides
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| inside I’m burning to STOP!
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| detach my soul, and run away
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| their soulless prey I shall not become
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| at home you wait for me
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| as you count the days, and each turning page
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| Harrowing visions inside the prison
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| nursing incisions
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| marked by The Brides
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| My loves pure morning sun magnified
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| GO! |