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Open life beneath, her glory stains the hearse
Procession watch the rain mourns the opposite birth
For the wind hopes to die far away from home
Same death serves all spirits of what will be
Dancing the walls, scent of silver through those halls
Shroud of filth embrace me as the statue stares so cold
Black blue eyes of mourning, child born to die
Silent tombs wait outside
Monuments of my dreamless rains
Torn by the stars, Heaven calls
Burning with sin, free from within
Endless spikes of certain death come closer at my hand
Where they will burn in sin, restless wait
The coffin gaps open
Laughing at my fear
[Incomprehensible]
Silent tombs wait outside
Monuments of my dreamless rains
Torn by the stars, Heaven calls
Burning with sin, free from within
[Incomprehensible]
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