| On my journey through the crypts
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| With sideways, a thousand
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| Where to go, uncertain
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| My eyes catch so many sights
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| Heavenly cathedrals and hellish gates
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| A choice falls upon me, again
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| How do they navigate, all these halls?
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| With no attempt to anticipate and read
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| Whispered words vibrate through the cold walls
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| My environment and the ghosts still circling around me
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| But I am blind man
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| In my own crypts and mazes
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| Do you know how it feels, when a moon rises at the sky
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| While her light does not dare to caress your skin?
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| Do you know? |
| When water flows around, not touching
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| Have you ever felt the eyes, turning away when in your presence?
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| What it is like, to be judged by demon?
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| What it is like, to be judged by an angel?
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| When death, so uncomplicated, just turns into madness
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| Do you know how it feels, when a moon rises at the sky
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| While her light does not dare to caress your skin?
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| Do you know? |
| When water flows around, not touching
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| Have you ever felt the eyes, looking through your shape… |