[Part One]
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This is a world blessed by the victims
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Of carnal tragedy
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The humans ritual of love and adoration
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Dense-woven history
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Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled
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Bizarre she defined her presence
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With the lament of the undead
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When her eyes have bathed in danger
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And the moon had new design
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In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine
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But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive
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In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover
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I'll forever strive...
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[Part Two]
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Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung
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Dem Propheten - Der Fluch
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Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...
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The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures
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Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body
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Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart
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Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light...
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[Part Three]
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Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth
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When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth
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Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then
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I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star
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In the shade of the abhorrent
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Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment
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When the moment dies
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There she gently approaches
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With the new meaning of life...
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In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill
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Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still
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A flood of sentiments entwined
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Rattle thru my falling soul
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I slumber against the spirit of time
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Like a stranger in a foreign world!
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In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears
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In the hour, when dusk disperses
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Its colors on the white statues
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Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets
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And my fiery lips I'll freeze
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With the kiss of these unrivalled statues
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"Si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut
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Poeme - agonizate de-un infinit si-un inceput"
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[Part Four]
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"The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again-
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Do you still remember our oath? - Til light do us part!?"
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Come forth, Feline
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Mere moment of melancholy
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Drink deep of my desire
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The quenchless fire
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That unites our tameless embers...
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Come forth, Feline
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Tortured by our final duet
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Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers
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That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...
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On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes
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Of the unsleeping portraits
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And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep
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Into its own startling solitude...
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[Part Five]
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Silent heart desires
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The balm that drives away the human waste
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Oh come, infidel duchess
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Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste again
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Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts
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Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip
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Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished
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Arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey
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"Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit
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Iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste parcul amortit"
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...Returned into that park as a whole
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Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens
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Dreaming away on the lost love I've recovered
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Death suddenly rises
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Annoyed that he couldn't save me
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He turns pale from envy
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The seasons vanish and so does this story
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As the same poets hand raises the pen
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He pictured this spectacle with...
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The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park
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Only two nightshades remaining -
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Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter
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Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...
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Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures
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The colors have seared - these pages, whereas
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The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand
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Which dutifully sealed
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This episode's arcane End.
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Near Dark (...Und Der Tod Wird Vor Neid Erblassen)
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| Agathodaimon |
