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Daylight adorn her withering lifeforce
with a long lost river
that mend all her woe in its flow
May I redeem my funereal self
in thy mirror of soul sanctorum
to frame every night a delight
Thou stalk the ground, the sea and the winds around
to haunt me down profound when the night surrounds
Thou stalk the Stygian stream and the riverine
to haunt my hallowed fields and astrayal dreams
I'm at sixes and sevens
in the shade of thy heavens
No moon, nor sun
Meridian
prevail in my oblivion
Come with me to seek the sun inside
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[Child:] every time you come around
you divert my feelings, and bring me further down
Would you like to be the serpentine whirls of the stream?
Would you like to cope for all your dreams?
Sister Nightfall controlling the lights in me
Though it hurts it feels just like a dream
Come down to linger in heresy
and come down on me with all your serenity
Shivers down the spine
when she comes down the hall
Thy effigy seems frail to be
or was it ever there at all?
[Child:] every tear that runs adown
will merge and hurt now that winter's all around
Would you like to wear the secrets of the seven seas?
Would you like to be what you can't be?
Sister Nightfall controlling the lights in me
Though it hurts it feels just like a dream
Come down to linger in the undreamed
and come down on me to cope for what should have been
Give in on tonight
All heavens on their fall
We failed to find that soul divine
enshrined within us all
She sets her sails for another sea
There's more to life than your eyes reveal
Upon its scenery...
Sister Nightfall controlling the lights in me
Though it hurts it feels just like a dream
Sister I call out in vain for thee
Though I hurt you, won't you set me free?
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Do you live a lie?
Are you lost in life?
On the wane tonight
like every night
Do you live a lie?
Would you like to try?
In this world of vainly missions
I'm a god of superstition
Would you grant me a savage prison?
within the walls of your decisions
If you hurt me I won't recover
Don't you turn me down
We are all living a lie
would you like to try?
In these halls of time
we are all giving
in for another day
We shall pass away
on the break of day
We're lost anyway
Do you live a lie?
Do you stand me by?
Would you cope for my existence?
Would you last or cease persistence?
I'm the moon and the seventh dreamer
you're the hewn and a lost redeemer
Heavenworks for a welkin at dusk
you're a frail outcast
"Recall the fragments of a broken life
just like a shattered soul divine
You are the treason-reflecting eyes
You are the darkness that sets in every light"
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How can you stand there
like a weakening fire
awaiting the final end?
If you consider
still hanging in there
You will wither
in each and in every way
How can you stand it?
Say can you mend it?
Don't you pretend that
the world is a better place?
If you're in denial
life is worth while
You can rely on
there's comfort in exit ways
In a manica the reaper comes around
And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground
Some deranged and some devour
to haunt me down in my darkest hour
Yet another mind of the Devil's design
When we gather our frail souls beyond our persistence
When we cope for our lives with fantasy
When we cover our eyes and mourn our loss of existence
When we falter, deprived and out of dreams
Do you see there are times?
to read in the lines?
And trust me you will find
the things that you know
will hurt you so
You can't deny that anymore,
you can deny that no more!
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In times of strife
you seem to lose it all, and more somehow
No waning life can retrieve it
Can't make the world a better place to thrive
nor can I keep on persisting
You're on the wane in funereal winds
with a thousand winters within
You're life unveil its weary eyes
Sun sets in somber skies
Your waning desires brought to fire
where your withering life has been mourned
For a thousand years, where the pain blend with ire
and the night enflames us both
"Walk down the narrow path
Years of decay
Feel life's soul-inflicting hurt once again"
You're dying now
You make it feel somewhat divine
Your lenient eyes are somewhat healing
You make it feel the less a strife now
A precious life cease persisting
You're on the wane and eden's hewn
falter still under a funereal moon
Your tears they sweep upon life's shore
until the day you weep no more
Sunset's on the wane
In life we suffer the same
When sundown comes around
stalking strangers on hollowed ground
Endarkened souls entwined
together at the end of life
Embrace the new divine
or suffer another lifetime
I can feel the flames
the fire lick me in vain
My life can't be regained
not now, nor then, nor ever again
We cross our feeble hearts
the day our souls depart
Life move in strangest ways
We died somewhat, somehow in every day
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Lethargic sleepers they close their eyes
Diverted dreamers unfolding their lives
Sleep now sister enfold your fall
You can't take the exile anymore
And like all the others, you're lost tonight
Would you dance entranced in waning fields?
and to falter on through life's mortality
Would you veil your woebegone eyes?
to conceal these wounds that I consider mine
Wither like in autumn
waning yon the veil
You concede the pain is nonpareil
Wither like in your life
waning like your days
I concede your pain is nonpareil
Lethargic sleeper - devote your life
Diverted dreamer - give in on tonight
Wake now sister for times to come
In a run towards the pantheon
And like all the others, you're lost in life
Would you swirl your world into a sea?
far beyond the hurt of life's malignity
Would you cope for the loss in your life?
and to cede the night that sets within your eyes
Cover your eyes to mend the hurt inside
You wither in life like autumn leaves
Infidel divine, you are the reason why I choose this way
to cease my life, you are the treason in us all
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[Stranger:] come inside
Read my epitaph, deranged am I?
[Estranged one:] haunting me
Be my lover, I prithee
Prophecies of death outside
take the moonshine for a ride
Haunting faces and staring eyes
bring my mania into life
Little stranger come inside
Lay to rest what you still writhe
We made a life of it somehow
Seems like we've lost it now
See you dance away
all this bitter pain
See you move in ways
beyond our days
In devotion I linger
And with drained veins
I falter again
See you pass away
in another day
Hear you call my name
yon another veil
In devotion I've lingered
In this world I've belonged
for far too long
[Strangers:] haunt me down
Stalking faces all around
This strange voice at my door
cede my reason like before
Propechies of death inside
Cede your words they cut like knives
Somber wind that sweeps within
This manic aeon is bound to be
Little stranger stand me by
If you prevail, then so can I
Lay to rest the hurt you stand
Only through death we'll mend
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Tell me now you sinner
you run for a better world
Tell me why you'd leave her
despite all the hurt
Don't deny that you once tried to mend
the circumstances now out of hand
And don't deny your life's a living hell
you're a shadow of your own self
Tell me now you sinner
still lost in your secret world
Tell me now you've seen her
you know how she hurts
Don't deny that you will understand
the circumstances of pain at hand
And don't assert that we will both survive
'cause I can't take more of life
Stretch your arms out for the fire
for another dark desire
In the fields you burn with loss again
as you dream your life away
Say: would you never walk away
on the break of a coming day
Would you end this line with me
Would you like to waste away what we've ever been?
Would you like to come along with me?
Would you like to lay to rest our insanity?
Would you like to cope for the unreal?
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In sumerian haze you search for another day
Guess another vail left you this way
Thoughts on a line where I leave it all behind
Nothing can mend the hurt inside
Sweetened horizons
dance away the pain tonight
Just like you and I
Profoundly deranged you go through another day
I guess it was meant to be this way
Thoughts on a line won't recover your mind
You cut your veins, like I've cut mine
Sweetened horizons
dance away the pain tonight
Just like you and I
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