| I am the phantom you please to see
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| Oh, my precious. |
| Come sleep with me
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| I occurred beside the magic pawn
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| Omnious, is this fading dawn
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| I am the scenary, the one who smite
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| I was always meant to avoid this light
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| Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash
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| And escaped what now is layed in ash
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| You starvers you have seen
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| Nevermore will you look upon the preen
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| Illusionary palace, glory in a curl
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| Wretched faces of a dead world…
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| They, the dust, have now gone
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| For the lord of them will be the one
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| That broke their wings, and kissed their horns
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| Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns
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| Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more…
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| The moving figures
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| My undressed lust
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| Their tempting eyes with their silver dust
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| Mine to behold like the flap of my soul
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| Dead skin prison
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| Dead…
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| Stiff…
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| Cold… |