From the bottom of the pit
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of nightmares she will come
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From the dungeons of insanity
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to haunt the wicked mind
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A crooked finger points,
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a spell is cast, words can kill
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A weaver of the web of tears,
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a daughter of the dark
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Oh, the moon is so cold
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See the grace of her presence
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Giving you the poisoned apple,
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beauty or beast
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Dancing naked in the rain
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with eyes that cannot see
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Calling demons that have not spoken
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in a thousand years
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Old sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreams
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we can't reach
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When the moon is so cold
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When the air breathes of evil
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And the black skies will burn
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See her shadow is rising
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The dying illusion
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The loss of a friend
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The dying illusion
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Please come back again
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The hideous smile of the devils
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child will tease you t¢ç believe
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A forbidding shape witch or virgin -
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over a sinister moon
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Fatal grace that blinds and binds,
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assaults and astounds
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From the cradle of eternity
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to the fears of modern man
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The Dying Illusion
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