| Evil nests in a fertile mind, it incubates and burns
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| They call out your name in your deep dreams
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| Now it’s too late to return
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| Those demons will linger and hover 'round
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| and watch you while you rest
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| Now angels return, they’ve lost their hope
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| As daggers pierce your chest
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| All hope’s vanished — now you are all on your own
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| Those who follow — lose their way and stand alone
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| Saint’s damnation — your fall from grace will rape the light
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| Daylight banished — for you it’s eternal night!
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| There is a witch who combs the skies
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| and lives in the core of the sun
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| She waits for your soul to be at peace
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| When it won’t have time to run
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| Then poisonous thoughts she will inject
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| into your innocent brain
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| You were so afraid to be different
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| Now you’ll never be the same!
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| Bed of feathers — brittle lies the sleeping lamb
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| Wayward victim under her supreme command
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| Shows no mercy, you are under her control
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| The barren harlor owning your immortal soul! |