| Pain-disfigured burning face…
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| Lips seeking some moisture…
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| Morbid delirium emitting distress
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| Let this flooding despair caress me…
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| We’ve been chosen today
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| (Following instincts)
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| To arise being haunted to death…
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| Come closer as this mournful day falls
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| Blinded by men, yet still able to hear
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| The laughter, which is fading towards
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| The secret domain of our souls
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| But it comes another day
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| Like a ravenous doom
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| And rise the Cursed to battle
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| The hated human scum
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| Once I’ve started, they won’t stop…
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| Made of leaves is my crown
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| A gift of the dreaming autumn
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| Which is coming down, smiling
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| To join me in my forever dance
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| White ships of mist are moored in the morning
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| The final taste of the sweet night wine
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| Tonight we’ve got to know the sorrow
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| And cold ghostly wind will take us all away at dawn
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| It’ll carry the ashes
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| Back through the grieving night
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| Away from the brightening horizon
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| And on the wings of a doleful sigh
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| It will release them
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| Into the dazzling winter day… |