| Who stole your heartbeat in the night?
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| The acolytes fearful in the flickering light
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| They hold a mirror, to catch the breath from your mouth
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| But your breath was stolen, by the wind from the south
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| Another winter’s tale is done, your immortal lover — he’s gone
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| The chalice stolen from her hand, eternal life at her command
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| Now all that she rules, must sleep…
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| The howling shriek of death in your eyes
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| The hawklord and the beast, enter your room
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| The gold will turn to rust
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| Your empire follows you, into your tomb
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| The wraiths of night caress
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| And whisper softly now «We are the dead»
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| They bear your life away, they tear your heart in two
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| They’ve taken the queen
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| To some better place, so they think, as the flame burns low
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| Now the flame burns higher and it purifies the love that died
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| A stone rolls closed on a life
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| Back to the earth, sealing the tomb
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| Our skeletons rise through the veil of blood
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| Who summons us now from our graves?
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| «We are the dead»
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| The shriek of death in your eyes, the hawklord and the beast
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| Enter your room
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| The wraiths of night caress, and whisper softly now
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| «We are the dead»
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| They bear your life away, they’ve torn your heart in two
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| They’ve taken the queen |