| Under the moon pain lays
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| How grow to come starring eyes
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| These Norway Mountains souring hearts
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| To would that shies make it be cry
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| To veil in shade the burden feast
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| For million screeds to love within
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| Strike to darkness, to my heart
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| Seeking in silence wisdom aside
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| I weed you when it stands right under the moon stay in light
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| Time is the pain bound the fate of the night
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| What be in after in your blight
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| Sunlight dying my marching curved off the sky
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| Sunrise dying my marching curved off the soul
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| With the deem with the funeral virtues of pain
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| Coming through the vulture nothing the same
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| Pits of ghost hear my voice feeding me back
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| Torture Demon let pare forever the slain: shriek, kill, obey!
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| Torture scrip no reckon blow the piece of your mind
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| Hearting black and destruction on hear real trough |