[words: It ; tunes: Night]
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Listen to the old owl who's shrieking as the final bellman Nature seems
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dead and wicked dreams abuse Thou sure and firm set earth hear not
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my steps which way they walk For fear thy very stones prate of my
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whereabouts Stars hide your fires let not light see my desires For they
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are black and deep as death itself I have murdered sleep and therefore
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shall sleep no more Never again shall sun that 'morrow see
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The sentinel of the night He's haunting me forever
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The eternal walk The endless pain and suffering
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Forever hunting me in the night The eternal darkness
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Endless misery Witchcraft celebrates Pale Elishias offerings and
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wither'd murder Alarmed by his sentinel the wolf Whose howls his
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watch My beloved mistress in crime now your hands are red as mine It's
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a filthy witness of our crimes Come thick mist and pull thee in the
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dankest smoke of hell Let not my knife seen wound it made
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My miserable which way shall I fly infinite wrath and despair Which
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way I fly is hell myself am hell And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still
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threatening to devour me opens wide To which the hell I suffer seems a
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heaven How art thou lost how on a sudden lost Defaced deflowered and
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now to death devote Is it the nights predominance or the days shame That
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darkness does the face of earth entomb When living light should kiss it
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Eclipse Of Life (The Eternal Walk IV)
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| Ophthalamia |
