Hear the raven calling the final hour has struck
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The blackclothed bride facing destiny without fear
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Far at last she is to begin her own requiem
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The utter ceremony of the last ones
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Forever trapped in the grey mist of misery
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Fragmenst of the past flashing before her eyes
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As she enters the century gates
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The old candles are burning in the vault
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The smell of dying flowers and rotten flesh
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Surrounds her has she finds her way among the coffins
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In the amber light of the candlelight
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She sees the silhoutte of the altar of a thousand roses
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Fallen beyond all grace deeper and deeper
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The sound of her own blood dripping
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Like sacred tears from a bleeding rose
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An amorous requiem where she cries her sacred tears
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Until she reaches the other side
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Caressed by the morning wind as it gently touches
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And undresses her shivering body
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With gloomy eyes she invokes the other side
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And wraps her existence in oblivion
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The wine in her veins has become sour
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But still it hurts for her to drain her heart
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And sacrifise the most sacred tears of them all
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A scream of pain and pleasure
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makes her body turn into colvulsions
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As the cold steel of the blade cuts deep into her flesh
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Fallen beyond all grace...
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Hear the raven calling, the final hour has struck
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For on the altar of a thousand roses
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Lies the dying bride
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Awaiting the demons arrival
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In the sign of the pentagram
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Invoking the deamons to rise
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And take her to the other side
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As the night falls the ritual ends
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her heart is now empty she is almost asleep
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her sacred tears are forever lost
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The wind has stopped mourning
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And the raven is gone
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Her soul is no longer condemned
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To everlasting pain
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Fallen beyond all grace...
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In the amber light of the candlelight
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The ground is turning red
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her naked body now lies pale on the altar
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And as she closes her eyes
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She sighs and falls asleep
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Sacred Tears
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| Embraced |
