I pace, alone
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In a place for the dead
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Overcome by woe
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And here, I've grown
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So fond of dread
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That I swear it's heaven
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Oh sweet Mary,
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Dressed in grief
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Roll back the stone
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With these words scrawled in a severed hand
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Tears fall like shards of glass that band
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In rivers, like sinners
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Swept with me to join the damned
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A darkened sky
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The day that laughter died
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Fell swiftly into night
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And stayed within Her sight
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Staring at the knife
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Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice
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My life, to have Her with me
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So farewell to distant thunder
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Those inept stars I've worshipped under
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Fall farther, their Father
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Lies in wait in flames below
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Whilst my love, a blood red flower
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Calls to me from verdant bowers
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Graveside, I cry
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Please save me from this Hell I know
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A darkened sky
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The day that laughter died
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Fell swiftly into night
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And stayed within Her sight
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Staring at the knife
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Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice
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My life, to have Her with me
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An eye for an eye as espied in the bible
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My faith is lost to the burning of idols
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One less cross to press upon the survival
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Of this lorded agony
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And I, (much as I have tried
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To bury Her from mind,
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Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...)
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Still sense Her presence so divine
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Lithe arms about my throat
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Like pining swans entwined
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Footfalls at nightfall close to mine
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Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
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I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars
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See Her face in every natural feature
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Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever...
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With glee deceiving me
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Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
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I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her
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Sirensong to sing along, no finer
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Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor
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Strike a chord with misery
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No light nor reef
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No unsinkable of romance keeps me
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Safely from the stormy seas
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Now drowning, resounding
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Death-knells pound my dreams
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Unthinkable to dredge through this
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Listless and lonely winter freeze
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A darkened sky
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This day here after dies
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Falls swiftly into night
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And stays within my sight
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Staring at the knife
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Oh God, what ease it was to sacrifice
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My life, to have Her with me
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No more a victim of crusade
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Where souls are strung from moral palisades
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I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
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I journey now on jewelled sands
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Beneath a moon to Summerlands
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To grace Her lips with contraband
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The blaze once in my veins
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Suicide And Other Comforts
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Cradle Of Filth |