| Her cold hand beckons for me
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| To step out from the light
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| To feel the breeze upon my face
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| To feel her kiss upon my cheek
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| Her arms wrapped tight around me
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| Her voice — whispering in my ear
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| Her fingers linked with mine
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| There is nothing to fear
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| I’ve become one with the cold
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| I want to die
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| I’m diving into the void
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| I want to die
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| I take her hand and follow on
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| Her bones are pressed against my palms
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| Her stench is rife within my nostrils
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| I find it oh so calming
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| She hands me roses full of thorns
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| Their petals rancid from the buds
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| I suddenly feel whole
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| She pulls my hands unto her sheath
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| Her robe drops down to her feet
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| I raise my fingers to her breast
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| Nothing but bones beneath her chest
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| One hand on my hip now waltzing
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| A dance with death is underway
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| Folding my knees beneath me
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| The temptress clad in sweet decay
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| Slowly she whispers «my name is Bella»
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| Torso is twisting under the pressure now
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| Eyes locked in furious gaze, unbroken
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| Reaching into my chest no words spoken
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| Coldness engulfing all that is felt
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| Darkness replacing all that I can see
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| All torment from me has been stripped
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| The solace I feel is her gift
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| I’ve become one with the cold
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| I want to die
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| I’m diving into the void
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| I want to die
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| I have embraced the coldness
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| And made deal with her
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| To take this life of torment
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| — Rip it from my chest within
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| I have engaged in a dance with death
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| To feel her lips upon my face |