| Find your wasteland sharp and cold
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| Beyond the doors of fear and love
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| Seek the rose — her tiny leaves — climbing up the walls
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| Even her life is taken by winter’s night
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| When he breathe upon her neck
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| Look at her, as she smiles of death —
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| Her body grabbed by icy hands
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| Any thorn is overruled by night
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| For he crawls into the hearts of all
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| The eye of the moon is glowing, though…
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| She is silent, at distance — lonely wolf is howling
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| Then… everything is silent
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| The cold is sneaking up upon us all
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| The sun is gone, like a lonely man…
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| Now the angels start to fall
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| Bloodstained walls — time is melting
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| Curtains torn apart
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| Dark winds leap across the mountains
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| Death is, when life turns into art
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| Human
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| God
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| Sleeping heart
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| Know thyself — the beast you are
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| Oh yes, feel, run into your arms
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| Paradise belongs to you |