| So cold an embrace
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| From the dead
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| Yet so familiar arms
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| That used to belong
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| That used to belong to a queen
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| So cold a kiss
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| So cold a kiss from the lips
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| Once the lips of a Goddess
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| A feather-like touch
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| And a tear of a prince
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| Crimson and black
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| A promise
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| And a venomous CURSE!
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| A tear that shall turn to ice
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| A heart that shall turn to stone
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| Blood that no longer runs
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| And all signs of joie shall burn
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| And whirlwinds of hatred
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| Shall lift the ashes of joy
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| It shall be spread to the east
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| Spread to the west
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| Spread to the north
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| And spread to the south
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| Of this dead heart pulse
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| The pulse of decay
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| AAAHHH!
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| From rulership and dignity
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| To serpent poison dread
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| The pulse of decay
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| And the wrath of the transformation
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| All the grace and beauty of the past. |
| was raped
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| And left for dead
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| The pulse of decay
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| The pulse of a fallen dynasty
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| The pulse. |
| the pulse
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| The pulse
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| Of DECAY! |