| Voices within the chambers of darkness
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| From ancient dimensions
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| Spreading its spells
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| To gather the creatures of night
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| Midwinter silence in the snow-whirling storms
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| She’s prepared for the supper, a taste of the cold
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| She looks at the mirror, utopia is faced
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| She laughs at the sight that she sees
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| The voices have come, to make her impure
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| To turn her soul to the devil’s tool
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| The fruit of heaven’s denial
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| Paralyzed by the greed
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| Reborn in a dream, infected with chaos
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| Her soul full of misanthropy
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| The voices are calling the spirits to come
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| To show the world tyranny
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| The gates are opening to another dimension
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| Only a few steps away
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| Her vagueness is suddenly taking a form
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| When her wishes are almost complete
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| Innocence gone, living through a holocaust
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| In darkness and cold winter grief
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| Desires and lust, leading all her faith
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| To dwell in the five-pointed star
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| Facing the fright, the dimension she chose
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| Was the call of the night
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| Kissed by the wolf and thrown into torment
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| She was introduced to horrors
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| Even the demons would fear
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| She looks outside her window
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| Can you feel the smells of angels around you?
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| A new day is dawning in the dungeon’s fog
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| A tear of silence falling, forgotten and gone
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| So lonely, so helpless
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| The child is dancing all the night in pain
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| Supreme is the darkness
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| It will never let her be
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| So senseless, and endless
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| Ravishing the only gleam that she holds dear
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| The call of the voices will never disappear
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| Erased is the daylight
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| In the eyes of the bride
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| Gone are the moments she cherished
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| Her choice was a step in the night
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| Infected is the chalice
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| That she has to taste, with infinity
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| Infested by demons
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| The beauty is bound to decay
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| The eyes were full of defiance
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| When it was time to depart
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| The journey ended in silence
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| A lifetime away
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| The voices promised to give her
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| Jewels and gold
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| Instead a gown of torment
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| Dressed her eternally
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| Pictures of pain are painted
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| But no one can see
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| The colors that show the madness
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| Of this tragedy
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| Despite the human nightmare
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| A try to arise
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| But left in the hands of darkness
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| It’s only a scream in the night
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| Dark waters, dead roses
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| There’s nothing left to be
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| It’s time to face the god
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| Who forsake thee
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| Oh, upon the crimson sky she sees
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| That dreams are not like reality
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| So cold and full of deception and pain
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| Illusions starting to make her insane
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| The face is gone in oblivion
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| Prepare to sleep with the dead
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| No faith remains in the fallen one
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| It’s time to take the last step
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| Mortals are calling the dead
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| To dance in the storms of midnight
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| To put a price on thy soul
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| Withering voices are calling, burning, crying
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| Silently falling apart
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| In the eyes of the human addiction
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| Of flesh and endless desires
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| The beast has taken its form
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| Human is equal with evil
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| Afflicting its own inner self
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| Sitting with her thoughts
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| Imagining there is another place
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| With joyful gratitude
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| The nightmare will soon begin again
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| It’s time to satisfy the heartless
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| Feed the cold grotesque
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| Released from its prison
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| But there’s no place to hide
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| Haunted by the voices
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| Unconscious by the noises
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| The darkside has shown its might
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| Remember what they told thee
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| Nauseous little lady
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| Escaping will only bring you
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| Closer to the darkness
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| And closer to your grave
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| To the aeons deepest depths
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| Her breathing has increased
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| And the last hope has deceased
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| From the face of her empty soul
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| Running on the nails
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| Of this twisted fairytale
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| There is only one end to this night
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| Searching for a place
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| Where to drop this cold disgrace
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| To erase those things that are left
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| Flying without wings
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| Distinguishing the stings
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| Her eyes are closed finally
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| Only a few steps away…
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| Her vagueness is suddenly taking a form
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| When her wish is almost complete
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| The voices have come to make her impure
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| To turn her soul to the devil’s tool
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| Reborn in a dream, infected with chaos
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| Her soul full of misanthropy
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| The voices are calling her spirits
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| To come, to show the world tyranny
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| Now when she sits with the answers in heaven mistakes from the past are erased
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| But the darkness will cover the walls
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| In our souls, since we’re widows
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| From this tragedy |