| In the witching hour
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| Comes a rider in black — cold through and through
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| Enslaves by desire
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| Just like a drug, she’s consuming you slow
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| You can’t love like you used to before
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| And you can’t find trust in nothing else anymore
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| Those pale lips, the bourbon-soaked kiss
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| She’s the den of your sins — the slit of a wrist
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| «I was forged by fire — a daughter of the canyon lands»
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| «Hell's spawn of liars — raised by the dead in the sun-scorched desert sand»
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| Heed the killer of hearts
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| Face the angel in black where the desert starts
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| Hear her ravenous tune
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| A call to the wild in the white light of the moon
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| Spawned out of the dark
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| Under blood-red skies below falling stars
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| Fall onto your knees
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| Surrender your soul to the crimson desert queen
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| Time stops — turns to reverse
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| A thousand years passed, haven’t you heard?
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| When a red moon rises over barren terrains
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| The black-backed jackal howls; |
| calling her name
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| «For I am the sinister savior — commander in his Lucifer’s reign»
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| «The new world creator — here to see to, blood will fall like rain»
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| Heed the killer of hearts
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| Face the angel in black where the desert starts
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| Hear her ravenous tune
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| A call to the wild in the white light of the moon
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| Spawned out of the dark
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| Under blood-red skies below falling stars
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| Fall onto to your knees
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| Surrender your soul to the crimson desert queen
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| In the dead of the night
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| Under blood-red skies
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| Fall to your knees
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| Before the crimson desert queen
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| Heed the killer of hearts |