Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone.
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Cold and starving in the dark.
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Moment by moment I am drifting closer,
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To the land of the dead.
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An incessant noise echoes in my skull,
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It twines and vibrates down my spine.
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Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves.
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The noise grows louder, its source looming closer
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in a tightening spiral.
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The center can not hold, things fall apart.
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It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes.
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Is this really what dying feels like?
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Ritual begins when the moon are at crest,
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And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
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The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin,
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And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark.
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I am sealed in my own tomb,
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After nine days of fast,
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The ritual will begins long and painful it will be,
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And most likely I will not come out alive...
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But I made up my mind,
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There is no turning back now.
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The utter destruction of light,
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The end of my life.
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Ritual begins when the moon are at crest,
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And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
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The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin,
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And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark.
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I have formed my intensions,
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The shadows gather, thickening the air.
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I submit myself to the darkness,
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And I throw myself, into the abyss.
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Ritual begins¡¦
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Is this really what dying feels like?
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Ritual begins when the moon are at crest,
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And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
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The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin,
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And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark.
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I have formed my intensions,
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The shadows gather, thickening the air.
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I submit myself to the darkness,
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And I throw myself, into the abyss.
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I offer thee, my flesh and blood.
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Guide me through the gates.
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Grant to me, eternal life.
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The ultimate sacrifice.
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Final Ritual
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Dark Funeral |