Sweeping winds of greyest passion
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Find the four who wander fated
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Within halls their scarlet laughter
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Is heard unknown from places shaded
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Eyes are lined with black of midnight
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Lips all touched in scarlet bliss
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Tattered velvet, lace and chains
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What dead have known such grace as this?
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Here let us lay for this age has sung its last day
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Under the full moon's watch
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(Black is the coffin in which our dreams lie)
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Silver remains of the time of our glory
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Stand where our temple fell
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(Black are the mirrors to which our fears fly)
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Pale hands flicker beneath the white lights
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In rhythm with the living darkness
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Others follow void of meaning
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To stand in shadows as if thoughtless
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Boots are laced through shining eyelets
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Cobwebs line the greying hall
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The dance goes on but pales without you
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As winter turns to see the fall
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Here let us lay for this age as sung its last days
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Under the full moon's watch
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(Black are the coffins in which our dreams lie)
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Silver remains of the time of our glory
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Stand where our temple fell
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(Black are the mirrors to which our fears fly)
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Through warmest nights of starlit skies
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My eyes must find another life
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Where once we hoped to ever be
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The onl ones who understood
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We now must face the coldest truth
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That precious little matters now
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For what we felt forever breathes
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Inside the silver by the sea
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Remains
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Bella Morte |