I live in the thoughts where the shadows no longer dance
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and where my tears fall into the colours of the lonely dreaming crying
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songs that my works are.
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The melancholy clouds of my feelings float away in the tide of faces
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which the soul of mine is.
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I wonder about life even though death is close and as my lost life
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falls into its definitive end...
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the light won't save me. Tired is the blood of mine and my brain will
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not speak no more.
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I'm living in a prison of flesh and my heart won't answer my calls.
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I'm shaking as I'm crying and as I feel the last drops of my life
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leave my useless cold body
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to walk the night... I'm one with the night... I AM
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A Cry From The Halls Of Blood / Empire Of Lost Dreams
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| Ophthalamia |
