| «Damn me Father, for I must sin…»
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| Four centuries of this damned immortality
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| Yet, I did not ask to be made. |
| Why?
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| I will never again feel your sun upon my face
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| Or the comfort of a grave
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| I am not alive and I am not dead
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| This is Hell on earth
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| How can I possibly explain this eternal youth?
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| When I can do nothing, but sit by As my loves grow old and wither
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| And with each of them, take a fragment of my heart
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| And prolong this endless winder
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| It is October’s perpetual agony
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| It is the shadow realm
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| Father, please forgive him
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| For he knows not what to do With every victim I pray for my own death
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| And as much as I love the night
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| I curse the moon’s eerie glow
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| Tis bloodlust that drags me to forever
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| The toxic rays of dawn that condemn me to limbo
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| I am forced to dwell in grey Autumnal twilight
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| I am suspended in dusk
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| Father, please forgive him
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| For he knows not what to do Father, please forgive him
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| For he knows not what to do |