| Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna
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| In die illa tremenda
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| Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra
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| Tremens factum sum
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| Dum discussio venerit atque ventura ira
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| Ego et timeo
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| Dies irae! | 
| Dies illa!
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| Dies irae!
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| Calamitatis et miseriae!
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| Dies magna et amara valde!
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| Take my hand and dance with me
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| Let us now defy the shadows that we used to be
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| Let us now ignore the turns of fate
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| Together again
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| Tell me about your life, your sorrows
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| I want to know your deepest thoughts
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| And your wildest fantasies
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| Now it’s time to share your burden
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| With me tonight
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| The spirits of the night are welcoming us
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| The spirits of the night are sheltering us
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| From the crude, cold light
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| They will dim the colors of reality
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| I’m the Daughter of the Night
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| There’s no way out of my grasp
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| I’m the Daughter of the Night
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| Just come and rest in my arms
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| Sweet dreams and nightmares are my realm
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| Nothing seems impossible
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| If you give me your hand
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| Dies irae! | 
| Dies illa!
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| Shapes and shadows and distant voices
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| Way too far from you
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| To hear your desperate silent call
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| Faces you can’t even remember
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| Are just want I want you to see
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| It’s not a game, there’s no prize to fight for
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| It’s just a choice
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| And I am of no help in guiding you
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| You must cling to a hope
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| Or join us in the abyss
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| Where the spirits of the night are welcoming us
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| The spirits of the night are sheltering us
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| From the crude cold light
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| They will dim the colors of reality
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| I’m the Daughter of the Night
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| There’s no way out of my grasp
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| I’m the Daughter of the Night
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| Just come and rest in my arms
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| Sweet dreams and nightmares are my realm
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| Nothing seems impossible
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| If you give me your hand
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| I’m the Daughter of the Night
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| Sweet dreams and nightmares are mine
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| I’m the Daughter of the Night
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| And I’m holding you in my hand
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| I’m the Daughter of the Night
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| The sweetest confessor you will ever find
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| Now tell me about your pain
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| Your sorrows, your life
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| Before I read them myself from your eyes |