| Rising from the lake of fire the white swan wings shall burn
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| Soaring up they take you higher it breaks your smile with every turn
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| Stretched out into cold horizons are memories of the serpent shore
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| A silent taste of cursed desires, afraid, but still you long for more
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| Defeat, oh horrid vision, leave my mind!
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| Set me free from the cage of my memories and of my dreams
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| Open doors to oblivion where sanctified slumber awaits
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| Be the dreams of ephemeral stature to leave me in time
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| Leave my private own darkness behind as I pass through the gates
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| Made restless by conscience I crave for relief
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| but I’m wedding my eyes to the hand of a thief
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| Will my terror at least take my mind off the feast
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| and caution me to not fall asleep?
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| Did I burn all my oil in the eve and my slumber
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| so the groom shall pass me left forever to hunger
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| Still to kindle the fire I’ll start and awake
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| and beg and plead for my burning soul’s sake
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| Dona nobis pacem
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| Father, I see the clouds march up to cover the evening sky
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| and the stars are but dim lights in abysmal distance,
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| Apprehension of the moonlit enigma — of time in reversal,
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| suffering eternal, judgement a-coming,
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| deliver me from this terminal dusk unto the dawn of everlasting light
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| Damnation beyond the realms of earthly fire, impotent to withdraw, eternal death
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| Fear not my child, I shall take your hand
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| If you follow me to the promised land
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| you shall never fear again
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| Defeat, itself defeated, fled my mind
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| Set me free from the cage of my memories and of my dreams
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| Open doors to oblivion where sanctified slumber awaits
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| Be the dreams of ephemeral stature to leave me in time
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| Leave my private own darkness behind as I pass the gates |