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The fall of God's all mighty prison.
The endless fear of guilt without reason.
Centuries of pain, countless souls in the net,
horrors of a scale , I wish to forget.
Yet, ashes to ashes, no eye for an eye. ...
The endless fear of guilt without reason.
Centuries of pain, countless souls in the net,
horrors of a scale , I wish to forget.
Yet, ashes to ashes, no eye for an eye. ...
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I do not need a row of death flowers
to show me the way of meteor showers.
Our love made a mess that turned into madness,
Forgive us, child. You were born into sadness.
Yet of the ashes you grew in the cold, ...
to show me the way of meteor showers.
Our love made a mess that turned into madness,
Forgive us, child. You were born into sadness.
Yet of the ashes you grew in the cold, ...
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The moon is full, the clouds give way,
Its silver beams through branches stray.
The hourglass drains, the sand runs thin,
The time has come — let fate begin.
Hear my voice, the whisper of fate, ...
Its silver beams through branches stray.
The hourglass drains, the sand runs thin,
The time has come — let fate begin.
Hear my voice, the whisper of fate, ...
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We are all affected
like it or not.
So stay connected
you poor lost what.
For I have fallen ...
like it or not.
So stay connected
you poor lost what.
For I have fallen ...
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Split in two, right through the middle,
A smiling reflection - a widow’s riddle.
Her king, her chains, her cruel oppressor,
He walks alive, yet death’s successor.
The circle is closed, the serpent tight, ...
A smiling reflection - a widow’s riddle.
Her king, her chains, her cruel oppressor,
He walks alive, yet death’s successor.
The circle is closed, the serpent tight, ...
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July’s heat is cruel and wild,
a fevered breath, both dark and vile.
The earth yawns wide, the chasm deep,
where hell’s foul winds begin to creep.
The past clings tight upon my back, ...
a fevered breath, both dark and vile.
The earth yawns wide, the chasm deep,
where hell’s foul winds begin to creep.
The past clings tight upon my back, ...
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