| Ride the vortex winds with the beast inside
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| Cast down all memories from a past and future world
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| The cynic icons and the cryptic writings
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| As a picturesque creation in force and spirit
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| Against their reason and will, it is time
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| Give darkness it’s passion plea
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| The venomous tongue
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| The inevitable poison
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| Paralyze the angels
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| Freeze the forgiven
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| Baptize in fire
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| Unleash the devil at heart
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| Unleash the maelstrom mephisto
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| So sinner, mourn well
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| Make all the swans suffer in hell
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| The maelstrom of the mephisto left the trace
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| To revel and feast in undelivered grace
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| Pledged to judgmental arrogance in
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| Drawn principles of ignorant falsehood
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| To comprehend that the sin of life is life itself
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| A tyranny in torment, an inner-sanctum stealing sleep
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| In the dimness surrounding the towers of the castle
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| Where the ravens spread their wings out wide
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| Dwell in depths of the darker self at any shore of infinity
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| And watch the relentless paint the soil black
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| What is being formed echoes throughout eternity
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| As the painter chooses color no more
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| Hold your shadows close when the comedy is over
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| As the days of mourning seem to be the days of joy
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| Fragments fell from the sky in order to penetrate the eyes
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| A convict wallowing in a lifetime of lies: lies |