Cobwebs reaching from the heavens to the lover's plague
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A soul strung out on shadows and the killing words brings the fervor to a halt
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Far beyond the solace of hatred that tarnished and banished all thoughts of you
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A storm of ill-wishes brought the cold resistance, you were nice to know
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Three words beaten into emptiness, never spoken the same
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The size of my hatred can never equal your indifference
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Now the fervor's at a halt when your past is a dirty whore, a fervor even wrought in steel cannot replace this monument
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The Cold Resistance
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| Arsis |
