| Of blood and time within these veins
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| Pulsing the dim, thundering
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| Upon the pale horses crying, surreal
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| Beksinski’s hooves cascading heaven
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| O blind fortune
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| Darkness favours the brave, the fallen (Carrion)
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| Bring forth the stars and tear down the sky
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| Blackest sister of Evenfall
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| From evening gown to armour
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| Your skin is so cold
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| Onwards, bright eyes and gilded hearts
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| We rise and we fall
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| From fire to ice, blind in defiance
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| We race the sun
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| O fortune, how long must we dirge to breathe life?
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| How long?
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| How long?
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| Blackest sister of Evenfall
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| From evening gown to armour
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| Your touch is so cold
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| Glorious tidings through sacrifice
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| The long hard road through hell at what cost?
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| Pilgrims to kings, of nothing but pain
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| Our hands are full yet our hearts are empty
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| To the moths we pray, the crippled chorus, we despair
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| The rise, the rust of icons, o gods of dust within us
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| Blackest sister of Evenfall
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| From evening gown to armour
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| Forever ours
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| O fortune, how long must we dirge to breathe life? |
| How long? |
| How long?
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| How long?
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| Cold, colder
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| Ghost light lips trace my scars
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| Serpents of the earth, feast, my heart
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| I decay
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| Colder, cold, decay |