| And I wonder
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| Through bleeding eyes I stare and behold
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| Paralysed of those that carry the burden
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| Of Her on their tired backs…
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| (As I weep…)
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| Broken and wounded by the love they held so high
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| When their realms were still proud and mighty
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| Banners held high against a blackened sky
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| In blasphemy they dance in front of my eyes
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| No love will ever dwell within the torn shape that is me…
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| Hark!
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| A pitiful beggar before thee I stand
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| My sorrow I can no longer hide within my eyes
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| Deep and dark are the ways to my scorned heart
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| But unchain me, and I will be yours forevermore…
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| Let me dream
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| Breed on my misery
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| Art thou the answer to my depressions
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| And my sense of growing misantropy?
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| Let me bathe in the crystal lakes of your tears
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| For they shine O’so beautiful…
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| Yet still gleaming of sorrow they are…
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| O’how I long for these realms where I (once again)
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| Can be equal among kings…
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| My body once gifted with such tender and beautiful youth
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| Now painted with the grim colours of death
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| «Waste-Dweller Why do you spin your spell?» |
| Open me…
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| Kiss me…
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| And drink from my scars
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| Embrace me eternally… |