| The cave opens it’s black mouth
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| And invites me with an unknown chant
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| A song of oblivion, from what I’ve have been
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| At a time before the emergence of rotten flesh
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| Black crystals upon the walls
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| Shining like the eyes of wolves
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| Reflecting the past and the future
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| Memories of terror and a passion
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| Lived lives and leaking wounds
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| The cave hides me inside
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| To pulling deeper into it’s shadows
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| Towards the red temple where we met
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| Naked from illusion of profane
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| We encounter in front of your throne
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| Freely runs the rivers of tears
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| To rins out the humane weakness
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| Your essence of a black wolf
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| Becomes a part of the inner self
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| And grief turns into power
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| Now with the iris of howling beast
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| I drink from the grail of SamaeLilith
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| Which will set me free
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| In the cave of the dark dreams |