| Silence
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| The moon ceases her path in the air
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| The Will
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| It stealeth like a thief
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| Hold onto me with the need to be forgotten
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| Enter my life with the stillness of the tomb
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| A finger on the trigger like one grabs at love gone rotten
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| More than death my eyes now see
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| The maiden descends
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| To the bloodstain on the stage
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| The risk in her fear
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| A bullet shot with rage
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| A thimble of priest’s tears nourishes my lover’s garden
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| Through this life-death force with my scars at the gate
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| The game is mere seduction like a flower quickly trodden
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| Star-crossed hellish child, my nemesis
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| The maiden descends
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| To the bloodstain on the stage
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| The risk in her fear gone away
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| With this she comes of age
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| Around me flame, within me, death!
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| Holy Saints and Martyrs
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| Why do your relics turn to dust
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| Beneath my feet
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| As I trod down a path to ruin?
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| Burn me, I thirst for fire
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| And on these bright red wings
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| I’ll take you higher
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| How long will you hide Lord?
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| Oh these chains of memory never rust
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| Now at all times I can see in my mind’s eye
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| The unsatisfaction in faces like rain-beaten stones
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| All their eyes fixed they are hoping to find
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| Uncontrollable mystery lurking in these human bones
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| Now silence ends and the moon waxes so sweetly
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| As I fly through the air reality grows faint
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| My finger on the trigger like one clings to love in heaven
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| A hole inside me — winds converge
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| The maiden descends
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| To the bloodstain on the stage
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| And I look to the light in the air
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| The red wings spread in despair |