| When the ghostly mourners awakens from sleep
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| And the volant funeral crows are watching
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| Like evil omens in shadowed murmur
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| They welcome me again
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| Agonized and flattered to once become
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| Apart of this horror scenario
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| I descend with arms open wide
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| Armoured and filled with painful pleasure
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| Reflectingg streams of monstrous mirages
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| I will not hide
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| Loosing controll in seductive madness
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| Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis
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| Dead colours appear within unshallow graves
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| Alone in awe i face abhorrence below
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| Trapped inside to suffer in silence
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| Torn apart in mind and sense
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| Baptized in this nightly glamour-
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| Rites of splendid essence
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| Agonized and flattered i once became
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| A part of the horror scenario
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| Armoured and filled with painful pleasure
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| I did not hide
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| Now when the gates are no longer shut
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| I withdraw from the light of the sun |