Enter the Ghost Lake.
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The waters whisper
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Of something brooding.
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No way out of here.
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Slow smouldering,
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Slow smouldering heat.
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Lapping at your skin
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Pulling you down again.
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I wish that I could
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Fan back to life
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The dying embers
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Of my long lost passion.
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Descending deeper.
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With black as my light.
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With twist and turn.
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All me will be tried in life.
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We look for light to call.
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The call to save us all.
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Lest we fall to our knees.
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The death, we kiss his feet.
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Oh, sacred mother come.
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For our fate is done.
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In blindness do we run
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Always backwards.
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The care of many
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Was lost in my hands.
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The sickness came in
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Floods of torment and woe.
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My withered body.
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Aching and bone tired.
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My christ who art lord.
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Hold me down again.
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Knee bent and head held low.
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Eyes closed against my foe.
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In prayer I sing on low.
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Answers to my last call.
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Oh, sacred father come.
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For it is you who's done.
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In blindness do we run.
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And be sure not to fall.
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Oh, christ, what have I done?
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Ill fortune now will come.
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Fire raining from the sun.
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All virtue swept away.
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In floods of blackest death.
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The ghost will take my breath.
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My sins I will forget.
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I am nothing again.
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Exit the Ghost Lake.
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the waters silent.
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What now has risen?
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No man stands alone.
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The world is changing.
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'Tis misery who
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Leads our way now.
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Holding man down.
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Into The Lake Of Ghosts
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| My Dying Bride |
