| The world is falling so cold and grey
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| Shallow and empty life lingers on
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| It grieves my heart, it tears me apart…
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| I hear this constant disharmony!
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| Now I ride with the mocking and friendly ghouls on the night-wind, and play
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| By day amongst the catacombs. |
| I know that light is not for me
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| Lost in a dead world…
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| With broken wings!
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| Human reality feeds upon a whore!
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| For what idols have these lowlifes
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| Bowed their heads to build up a shattered world?
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| Kill the bitch on the cross…
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| Scorn their sacred loss!
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| And the sheeps are making love to the madness of the flow!
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| Is this all they know???
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| The madness of the flow will take the final blow
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| As the sun goes down over mankind’s tomb
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| In the universal graveyard of filth and slime
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| This is Our time!
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| Lost in a sick world…
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| Beholding the corruption!
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| Curse them all!
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| Lead them astray!
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| It grieves my heart they won’t go away!
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| Now I ride with the mocking and friendly ghouls on the night-wind,
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| and play by day amongst the catacombs
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| I know that light is not for me, save that of the moon over the rock
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| I know always that I am an outsider; |
| a stranger in this century and among those
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| who are still men |