| In a place where the sun burns red
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| And the sand is burning coal
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| Where nights are cold and black
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| As the corners of your soul
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| There lives a woman so innocent and oure with a man
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| She doesn’t know
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| She took his hand at an early age
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| And it was then her faith was sealed
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| Her screams echo in the night
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| But no one is there
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| Her blood will colour the sand
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| More red than the sun
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| Then laid to rest in the ground
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| Painted in shame
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| Her memory is lost in time there she will remain
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| In the twilight of the setting sun she fell in love
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| Both desire and lust were reborn
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| Taking her by fear
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| All of lives precious gifts
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| Struck all if her at once
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| As her eyes met to others
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| Her sentence were signed in blood |