| black magic is her mask, no moral hunting ground
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| she cursed the flame of time, and sold what can’t be found
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| a heart of stone deceiving, but we hear your lies
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| burnt offerings of pleasure won’t seduce our lives
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| pale moon caressed by darkness, cruel wind
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| breeze of lust, nightmares touched by blindness
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| fade to the broken dream, vile corpse sleeps through sunlight
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| brainwashed, oh so well, eat from the tree of vanity, spit out the seeds in hell
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| black magic is her mask, no moral hunting ground
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| she cursed the flame of time, and sold what can’t be found
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| a heart of stone deceiving, but we hear your lies
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| burnt offerings of pleasure won’t seduce our lives
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| sharp pins, speak the silence, that words will never tell
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| stuck in the gutter of life, fake smiles consume your bed
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| regret the sting of faithful, replace with bites of lust
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| a shattered crown on your head, reduced to crumbled dust
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| black magic is her mask, no moral hunting ground
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| she cursed the flame of time, and sold what can’t be found
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| a heart of stone deceiving, but we hear your lies
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| burnt offerings of pleasure won’t seduce our lives |