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Open life beneath, her glory stains the hearse |
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Procession watch the rain mourns the opposite birth |
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For the wind hopes to die far away from home |
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Same death serves all spirits of what will be |
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Dancing the walls, scent of silver through those halls |
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Shroud of filth embrace me as the statue stares so cold |
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Black blue eyes of mourning, child born to die |
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Silent tombs wait outside |
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Monuments of my dreamless rains |
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Torn by the stars, |
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Heaven calls |
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Burning with sin, free from within |
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Endless spikes of certain death come closer at my hand |
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Where they will burn in sin, restless wait |
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The coffin gaps open |
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Laughing at my fear[Incomprehensible] |
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Silent tombs wait outside |
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Monuments of my dreamless rains |
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Torn by the stars, |
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Heaven calls |
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Burning with sin, free from within[Incomprehensible] |
