In the beginning I read the signs of decay
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I was not to know what would come over me today
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At the arrival of the train my body arrived
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It could have been me and my mind was revived
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The key of solutions is right in my hand
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I've seen the tomb in which that urn stands
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My coming days are ruled by death
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Maria, why these veils of blood?
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Or am I of that little faith?
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As I struggled through the corridors of my overactive
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imagination, or paranoia as some might say,
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the ultimate truth overwhelmed me:
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Like a fly in a web she had trapped me
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I am doomed...doomed...
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Veils Of Blood
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| Orphanage |
