| Across the open fields, on burial ground
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| Beside the ancient lake, through painful screams
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| When pride of darkness rise, upon the sky
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| We are marching, side by side
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| As darkness feeling our pride
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| The moonchild crying in the sky
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| Screaming echos in the air
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| Feel the burning flame inside
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| A kiss of death I will receive
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| For invoking melodies
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| Evil spheres enclose my soul
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| Awaiting (a) mournful symphony
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| Shadows are grasping — devouring misery
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| Shining of demons — destroying my faith
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| From the darkest abyss
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| Where the laughter pierce the air
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| They arrive with thunderstorms form the sky
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| Bloodred melodies
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| When the silence crushed by dead
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| As they riding through my soul and my fear
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| Lying in the shadows
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| In the place where roses die
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| Dreaming beauty waiting for her bloodred kiss of death
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| As the angels singing echos in the torpid sphere of dark
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| Awaiting in the shadows
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| Wolves running by my side
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| Damnation reach the beauty
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| Wept upon the waveless lake
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| A velvet painting appearing
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| On the bloodred moonlight sky
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| Shadows are grasping — devouring misery
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| Shining of demons — destroying my faith
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| Through the spheres of pain
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| Spirits running to the place
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| As they hearing your screaming pain
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| Serenades in red
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| Darkness falls upon thy veil
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| As they (are) whispering my name in the air
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| Lying in the shadows
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| In the place where roses die
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| Dreaming beauty waiting for her bloodred kiss of death
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| As the angels singing echos in the torpid sphere of night |