Your death has been aligned
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With stars that do not shine
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Their blackness calls your bane
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For you know they have no shame
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Let Circe look inside
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The coldness of my eyes
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I curse the light to die
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As its brightness now subsides
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Night star Hel
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The world has been designed
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By falling stars that shine
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Their darkness comes alive
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For they call no name but thine
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Let mortals look aside
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As dreams and fate collide
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I curse the light to die
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And the blackness fills the skies
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Night star Hel
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Your death has been designed
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By stars that do not shine
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The blackest calls your name
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Now you'll never be the same
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It whispers in your ear
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That darkness that you fear
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The name it speaks is cold
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And its presence looming near
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Night star Hel
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Night Star Hel
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| Danzig |
