| rain covers my face before daylight
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| blood from the slaughter beneath my feet
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| I can? |
| t take it and the red crawls…
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| hot winds, colouring dead trees
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| how silent the light shines on you
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| on your red lips
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| and now there is pain
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| at night under a purple moon
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| a visit from the dead
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| followed by neverending night
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| in darkness the moment remains all swallowed
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| by icy waves of bittersweet death
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| a smile on your face like the demons bride
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| on my hands the blue light I cry
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| sensing madness? |
| black wings
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| and the red crawls
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| there are the sweet, horrid wings of death
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| of grey, stone like silence, I breathe
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| from the cliffs of the night
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| I stare into decay
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| Feel the hand of death
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| Your blue eyes darken
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| I? |
| m near
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| Unholy love
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| Your rose of youth torn apart
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| The purple sign
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| Your limbs are trashed by relief
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| Black seed arise
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| The flood comes crawling up to thee
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| Into the abyss of fear
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| A crying voice distant I hear
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| Your breathing chest it? |
| s what I feel
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| The salty tears, they suck my skin
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| Now I’m here
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| Into the abyss of fear
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| Freeze because the moon stares down |
| Like a drunken whore
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| Your cheeks are bleech
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| My anthem will make you smile
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| The minotaur in me will come over thee
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| Breath of the night
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| As our bodies collide
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| A smiling face like the demons bride
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| On my hands the blue light
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| I cry
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| Sensing madness? |
| black wings
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| And the red crawls…
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| Rain covers my face before shelter
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| Blood from the rose rins between my hands
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| And from your rosy skin
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| …and the red crawls…
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| (to be continued…) |