[lyrics by Attila Halasz]
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As the hour comes
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She opens up
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like beautiful rare flower
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Blood offered, desire taken
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She looks through blue glass
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A white witch of my spirit
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bathes in the black river
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of her blood.
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I feel sacrificed
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She feels only the night
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that turned into a dance.
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The key to immortality
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falls into my hand
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My whole existence
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is taken by this scene.
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Unfulfilled souls gather
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to watch as she bites
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my feeding hand.
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We unite in the sweet
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tasting dream of enlightment
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Dawn find this world quiet,
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cold and unbearable...
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Unholy Dance
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| Sear Bliss |
