Forest of evergreen stories,
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where the trees hide a dying sky
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The cemetaries within our hearts
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that grow as they're fed
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Welcome to the dying one of mine, soon it'll burst
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The humger of my eyes will fill my thirsty blade
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Now that I speak of lust hear my voice as a scream of doom
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Watch the funerals of all mortals that died by my hand
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A voice filled with silence raises
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from the black of the rotting trees
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Dawn bind hear with your beauty
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and let me feel her moisture
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The solitary wind that whispers
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gently awakes the frosty fields
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Fading morning sun enslaves her nakedness into oblivion
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Feel my greedy hands,
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holding their grasp around your breasts
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You are raped by loneliness,
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betrayed by the cause of itself
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Do not cry my child, for the tears will burn your soul
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Your sorrowfilled grave I will close
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fill your heart with dust and age
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The automn will and for ages follow thy whisper of mine
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At the bed of leaves where your life lies upon
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The pounding heart of my automn will rejoice to your cries
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Now countess pure, goodness and virginity,
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hear us forge our lies
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Dead leaves falling in your eyes
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Witnessing your choking last breath
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Together with the tune of your dying cries
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'Cause I'm black as sin and pale as death
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Oh Yeah!
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The distant mountain range
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with its wisdom of an age from beyond
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Make her obey and yes, let her fill she's filled with me
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Rain stare at a coming sleep
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and let our lips feel your blood
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Weaker are our eyes
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or is it just your memory coming to life?
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The grass is not blind, so feel its every twitch
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you're raped by my evil, betrayed by your fucking God
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The grave is filled, Sic transit gloria mundi!
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Disperse your weak ones for here I'm coming forth... Ha Ha!
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Walk with me automn for you and I are made to hate
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Do let the leaves fill your skin
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they do want your exitment
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Black As Sin, Pale As Death / Autumn Whispers
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| Ophthalamia |
