| The shadow without a smile
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| My real sight is fading away
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| Riding on blind horse, I hear
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| The mad screams of the damned
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| When depression speaks through me
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| Crucified? |
| Nightmare?
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| I feel I hear the revelation, delight?
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| Final agonies?
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| Caught in illusions, I’m screaming, in torture
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| Possession of the reaper
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| Awaiting me, the creaking door, of my coffin
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| Possession of the reaper
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| Dancing zombies, intolerable darkness helms me
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| Swinging round, hell scythe
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| My body connects with pain
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| Wrath from above, falling needlessly downward
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| Dying to be release from it all, pleasure?
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| Final agonies?
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| Caught in illusions, I’m screaming, in torture
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| Possession of the reaper
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| Awaiting me, the creaking door, of my coffin
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| Possession of the reaper
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| Caught in illusions, I’m screaming, in torture
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| Possession of the reaper
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| Awaiting me, the creaking door, of my coffin
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| Possession of the reaper
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| The reaper |