| In the land of all is lost
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| In the realm of insanity
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| The Castle sprawls on her hill and stretches to the sky
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| In lazy disregard
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| Fear the Castle, flee her minions
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| Fear the Castle, as she crouches in the clouds
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| A thousand sightless eyes
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| Survey her morbid realm
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| Black asphalt tongue licks up ants of madness as they
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| crawl Into her gaping maw
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| Fear the Castle, flee her minions
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| Fear the Castle, as she crouches in the clouds
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| The fading light, like the death of hope,
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| Is cast upon her dormered brow by a sun obscured in smoke
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| Desperation is written on her doors
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| With lock and key they keep the screams from seeping
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| through the floors In the gloom,
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| Fear rises from her heart
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| Up secret stairs these vast nightmares come searching for their mark
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| They take the form of slender pins of steel
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| Which silence and divide the minds of those come here to heal
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| The torn skin of her walls
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| Bleeds dust, choking and dry
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| This monolith is a prison for the lonely prisoners of the imprisoned mind
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| Fear the Castle, flee her minions |
| Fear the Castle, as she crouches in the clouds
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| She reigns, this gothic goddess
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| In her crumbling red and gray,
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| she stands alone and impervious to the pain within
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| Seeking nothing but the succor of madness to fill her veins
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| Her scars run deep, to the bedrock, the ledge
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| As summer heat rises to a leaden, airless sky
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| The sickness within her seeps out and turns the fields to brown
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| This road to endless hell
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| Is paved with good intentions
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| Black tunnels and twisting halls leading from salvation
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| to hell and back again
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| Fear the Castle, flee her minions
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| Fear the Castle, as she crouches
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| Fear the Castle, flee her minions
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| Fear the Castle, as she crouches in the clouds |