| Deep in a trance
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| Speaking in tongues
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| Sharp, cold and venomous
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| Like a rattlesnake
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| While dark shadows dance
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| She fills me with song
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| I’m slipping into a dream wide awake
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| Were they good dreams
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| What did you see?
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| Moonlight, laughter or war
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| For coming centuries?
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| Dark whispers and words
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| Sworn secrecy
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| The seven faces of god are staring at me
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| And her eyes are burning like the stars
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| And her hair is married to the wind
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| Still her disguise can’t cover up her scars
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| Buried deep underneath her skin
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| Dressed up in white
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| Cleansed from all sin
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| Standing in the cold breeze
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| Of the Shadowland
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| Night after night
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| She struggles within
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| Tonight she will die by my hand
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| And her eyes are burning like the stars
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| And her hair is married to the wind
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| Still her disguise can’t cover up her scars
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| Buried deep underneath her skin
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| Far-seeing beautiful goddess of night
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| Speak out now from your temple of light
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| And her eyes are burning like the stars
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| And her hair is married to the wind
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| Still her disguise can’t cover up her scars
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| Buried deep underneath her skin |