| I spy the spreading fear
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| That crawls wormlike beneath
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| This aging mask of time
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| That grasps to call itself belief
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| So down here in the valley of the shadow of death
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| To the best denomination I have taken her soul
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| To show just what faith-tested means
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| Never seen the sun
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| Never been undone
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| Never thought her feeble screams
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| Would court such fascination
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| Never in a thousand years
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| I am the lord of the bored underworld
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| Her hand is pleasured in mine
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| Together we will climb
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| Past the pearly castellations
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| A wealth of treasures to find
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| We’ll fly crows of ill-omen
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| Across a leaden sky
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| To red squares of holy roman
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| Catholicism in an eye
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| To deeply sow where sorrow rose
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| Having all tomorrows
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| For our wedded union to impose
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| The world in misery succumbs to frost
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| Without her here I’m lost
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| The seasons absorb the cost
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| Together our paths are crossed
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| Eros and thanatos
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| One by one
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| Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender
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| And one by one
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| Her defences fall, debris
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| My will be done
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| I shall storm the gates where fates defend her
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| And once I’ve won
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| Her heart will belong to me
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| I saw her there
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| Gathering despair
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| By the light of the moon
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| On the vale of Nysa
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| I walked the endless night
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| Before she pressed from me
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| The swallowed seed of winter’s bite
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| Undressed persephone
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| So down here in the shadow of the Vally of kings
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| Let this sticky situation spur on fertility
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| Come be my perennial Queen
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| Never seen the sun
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| Never been undone
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| Never thought her velvet ports
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| Would wean such masturbations
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| Never in a thousand years
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| Whithout her here I’m lost
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| The season absorb the cost
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| Together our paths are crossed
|
| Eros and thanatos
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| One by one
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| Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender
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| And one by one
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| Her defences fall debris
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| My will be done
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| I shall storm the gates where fates defend her
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| And once I’ve won
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| Her heart will belong to me
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| Hades
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| I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms
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| Plucked I’m a magnet to your charm
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| Lost in a skeletal dance
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| I rent the meadow’s earth
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| To embed her as my bride
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| This wond’rous light of life
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| That rights the wrongs I’ve breed inside
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| Her mouth no longer plaintive
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| Those lips no longer dry
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| We waltz the great halls naked
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| Candeliit and oft obliged
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| To deeply sow where sorrow froze
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| Having all tomorrows
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| To bathe in the savored afterglow
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| To slave at the favoured crafts we know |