| Stars brightly shrouded
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| In dark silver light
|
| Abandoned by the tyrants
|
| That rests in vicious death
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| This precious womb
|
| With glimpsing lips, enthrones
|
| As shadows cast their splendid dreams
|
| And arose
|
| With perfect beauty
|
| Death rises with grace
|
| Unveiling her tomb
|
| Seductive and cold
|
| Painted in colors
|
| Of the painful night
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| Sacrificed
|
| And eternally forgotten
|
| In search for thee
|
| I placed my soul, in gratitude
|
| Gazing into the mirror black
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| When all life faded away
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| Sacred ones, no longer stalking
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| Though the dark night allured
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| The ritual sins, blessed to be
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| An everlasting Eden
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| «As blood red roses
|
| Withered on thy grave
|
| And flesh beheaded thy pain
|
| Thou glowed
|
| With immortal anger warm
|
| And the hatred of the undead…»
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| Possessing the glory, that lies below
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| Her own cunting garden of delight
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| Tears whipped white from eternity
|
| Scarlet serenades, mourns and grieves
|
| Stars brightly shrouded
|
| In dark silver light
|
| Abandoned by the tyrants
|
| That rests in vicious death
|
| This precious womb
|
| With glimpsing lips, enthrones
|
| As shadows cast their splendid dreams
|
| And arose
|
| With perfect beauty, death rises with grace
|
| Unveiling her tomb, seductive and cold
|
| Painted in colors of the painful night
|
| Sacrificed, and eternally forgotten
|
| «As blood red roses
|
| Withered on thy grave
|
| And flesh beheaded thy pain
|
| Thou glowed with immortal anger warm
|
| And the hatred of the undead…» |