| Forest of evergreen stories
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| Where the trees hide a dying sky
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| The cemetaries within our hearts
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| That grow as they’re fed
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| Welcome to the dying one of mine, soon it’ll burst
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| The humger of my eyes will fill my thirsty blade
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| Now that I speak of lust hear my voice as a scream of doom
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| Watch the funerals of all mortals that died by my hand
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| A voice filled with silence raises
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| From the black of the rotting trees
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| Dawn bind hear with your beauty
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| And let me feel her moisture
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| The solitary wind that whispers
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| Gently awakes the frosty fields
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| Fading morning sun enslaves her nakedness into oblivion
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| Feel my greedy hands
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| Holding their grasp around your breasts
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| You are raped by loneliness
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| Betrayed by the cause of itself
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| Do not cry my child, for the tears will burn your soul
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| Your sorrowfilled grave I will close
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| Fill your heart with dust and age
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| The automn will and for ages follow thy whisper of mine
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| At the bed of leaves where your life lies upon
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| The pounding heart of my automn will rejoice to your cries
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| Now countess pure, goodness and virginity
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| Hear us forge our lies
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| Dead leaves falling in your eyes
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| Witnessing your choking last breath
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| Together with the tune of your dying cries
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| 'Cause I’m black as sin and pale as death
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| Oh Yeah!
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| The distant mountain range
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| With its wisdom of an age from beyond
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| Make her obey and yes, let her fill she’s filled with me
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| Rain stare at a coming sleep
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| And let our lips feel your blood
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| Weaker are our eyes
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| Or is it just your memory coming to life?
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| The grass is not blind, so feel its every twitch
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| You’re raped by my evil, betrayed by your fucking God
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| The grave is filled, Sic transit gloria mundi!
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| Disperse your weak ones for here I’m coming forth… Ha Ha!
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| Walk with me automn for you and I are made to hate
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| Do let the leaves fill your skin
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| They do want your exitment |