| I pace, alone
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| In a place for the dead
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| Overcome by woe
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| And here, I’ve grown
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| So fond of dread
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| That I swear it’s heaven
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| Oh sweet Mary
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| Dressed in gray
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| Roll back the stone
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| With these words scrawled in a severed hand
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| Tears fall like shards of glass that bend
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| In rivers, like sinners
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| Swept with me to join the damned
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| A darkened sky
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| The day that laughter died
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| Fell swiftly into night
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| And stayed within Her sight
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| Staring at the knife
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| Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice
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| My life, to have Her with me
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| So farewell to distant thunder
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| Those inept stars I’ve worshipped under
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| Fall farther, their Father
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| Lies in wait in flames below
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| Whilst my love, a blood red flower
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| Calls to me from verdant bowers
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| Graveside, I cry
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| Please save me from this Hell I know
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| A darkened sky
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| The day that laughter died
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| Fell swiftly into night
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| And stayed within Her sight
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| Staring at the knife
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| Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice
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| My life, to have Her with me
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| An eye for an eye as espied in the bible
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| My faith is lost to the burning of idols
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| One less cross to press upon the survival
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| Of this lorded agony
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| And I, (much as I have tried
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| To bury Her from mind
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| Fate’s tourniquet was tied, when She died…)
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| Still sense Her presence so divine
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| Lithe arms about my throat
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| Like pining swans entwined
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| Footfalls at nightfall close to mine
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| Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
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| I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars
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| See Her face in every natural feature
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| Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever…
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| With glee deceiving me
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| Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
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| I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her
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| Sirensong to sing along, no finer
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| Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor
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| Strike a chord with misery
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| No light nor reef
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| No unsinkable of romance keeps me
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| Safely from the stormy seas
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| Now drowning, resounding
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| Death-knells pound my dreams
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| Unthinkable to dredge through this
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| Listless and lonely winter freeze
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| A darkened sky
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| This day hereafter dies
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| Falls swiftly into night
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| And stays within my sight
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| Staring at the knife
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| Oh God, what ease it was to sacrifice
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| My life, to have Her with me
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| No more a victim of crusade
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| Where souls are strung from moral palisades
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| I slit my wrist and quickly slip away…
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| I journey now on jewelled sands
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| Beneath a moon to Summerlands
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| To grace Her lips with contraband
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| The blaze once in my veins |