With my haunting memories
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I'm still staring into a narrowing funnel
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Where bats fly
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Look at my plated face
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Eaten by rain and rust
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Washed by a blye glacial torrent
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My shadow is pinned against a sweating wall
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With all the immensity of feelings in my heart
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No one could satisfy my excessive thirst for blood
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My carnal lust for the incarnadine
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I step onto the freshly frozen snow
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You'll not see my footsteps to follow
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I'm the hay in the mass of green grasses
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I've seen everything from dark to blazing bright
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I strike down with the power of falling stones
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I see you lying in the heat of the sun
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Your odour spread in the air
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A scent beloved by vultures
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Death in Torment
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| Sear Bliss |
