"As the streaks of fog & dust fade
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A sight of grey ashes & soft limbs cut
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The cold steel weapon, bleeding the emotion
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Is the weight of pain on an old heart"
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Sour blood streams freshly from my caged soul
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The strange apathy of the sky-shameless to weep
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How was I betrayed-my faith was so pure
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The hate I resent-stalking blasphemy may be the cure
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From falling steep-a broken man in guilt
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To become fulfilled-from the vows to the dark needs
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The winter strips the human shell from it's virginity
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The winter grows & nourishes towards a dark-melancholy
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The castle of trust & faith crumbles, and creates the path
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The path on which will lead him from the relic of the past
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Oh, god of harmony & filth
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How the fresh air creates music
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Blister, bitterness they ask
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The witches have done their task
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To seize an emotion and then, to cage it in your palm
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Vexatiously trespass and pull it out of my poor, vulnerable heart
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That material, which emotions are made-of
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Replenish that morose void with repertoires of treason
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"I anoint thee to scar the spring"
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I caress the exact spot, which I once assaulted
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I can feel those crooked lanes which force a mountain to bleed
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To fly & crow a curse on places never seen
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I hope, I beg, I crave for a raven's twisted dream
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From falling steep-a broken man in guilt
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To become fulfilled-from the vows to the dark needs
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Lure My Spelled Emotions
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| Bishop Of Hexen |
