Voices within the chambers of darkness
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From ancient dimensions
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Spreading its spells
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To gather the creatures of night
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Midwinter silence in the snow-whirling storms
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She’s prepared for the supper, a taste of the cold
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She looks at the mirror, utopia is faced
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She laughs at the sight that she sees
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The voices have come, to make her impure
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To turn her soul to the devil’s tool
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The fruit of heaven’s denial
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Paralyzed by the greed
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Reborn in a dream, infected with chaos
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Her soul full of misanthropy
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The voices are calling the spirits to come
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To show the world tyranny
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The gates are opening to another dimension
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Only a few steps away
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Her vagueness is suddenly taking a form
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When her wishes are almost complete
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Innocence gone, living through a holocaust
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In darkness and cold winter grief
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Desires and lust, leading all her faith
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To dwell in the five-pointed star
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Facing the fright, the dimension she chose
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Was the call of the night
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Kissed by the wolf and thrown into torment
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She was introduced to horrors
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Even the demons would fear
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She looks outside her window
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Can you feel the smells of angels around you?
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A new day is dawning in the dungeon’s fog
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A tear of silence falling, forgotten and gone
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So lonely, so helpless
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The child is dancing all the night in pain
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Supreme is the darkness
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It will never let her be
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So senseless, and endless
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Ravishing the only gleam that she holds dear
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The call of the voices will never disappear
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Erased is the daylight
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In the eyes of the bride
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Gone are the moments she cherished
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Her choice was a step in the night
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Infected is the chalice
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That she has to taste, with infinity
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Infested by demons
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The beauty is bound to decay
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The eyes were full of defiance
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When it was time to depart
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The journey ended in silence
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A lifetime away
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The voices promised to give her
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Jewels and gold
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Instead a gown of torment
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Dressed her eternally
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Pictures of pain are painted
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But no one can see
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The colors that show the madness
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Of this tragedy
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Despite the human nightmare
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A try to arise
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But left in the hands of darkness
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It’s only a scream in the night
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Dark waters, dead roses
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There’s nothing left to be
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It’s time to face the god
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Who forsake thee
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Oh, upon the crimson sky she sees
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That dreams are not like reality
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So cold and full of deception and pain
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Illusions starting to make her insane
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The face is gone in oblivion
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Prepare to sleep with the dead
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No faith remains in the fallen one
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It’s time to take the last step
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Mortals are calling the dead
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To dance in the storms of midnight
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To put a price on thy soul
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Withering voices are calling, burning, crying
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Silently falling apart
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In the eyes of the human addiction
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Of flesh and endless desires
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The beast has taken its form
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Human is equal with evil
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Afflicting its own inner self
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Sitting with her thoughts
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Imagining there is another place
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With joyful gratitude
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The nightmare will soon begin again
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It’s time to satisfy the heartless
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Feed the cold grotesque
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Released from its prison
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But there’s no place to hide
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Haunted by the voices
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Unconscious by the noises
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The darkside has shown its might
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Remember what they told thee
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Nauseous little lady
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Escaping will only bring you
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Closer to the darkness
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And closer to your grave
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To the aeons deepest depths
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Her breathing has increased
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And the last hope has deceased
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From the face of her empty soul
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Running on the nails
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Of this twisted fairytale
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There is only one end to this night
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Searching for a place
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Where to drop this cold disgrace
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To erase those things that are left
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Flying without wings
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Distinguishing the stings
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Her eyes are closed finally
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Only a few steps away…
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Her vagueness is suddenly taking a form
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When her wish is almost complete
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The voices have come to make her impure
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To turn her soul to the devil’s tool
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Reborn in a dream, infected with chaos
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Her soul full of misanthropy
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The voices are calling her spirits
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To come, to show the world tyranny
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Now when she sits with the answers in heaven mistakes from the past are erased
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But the darkness will cover the walls
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In our souls, since we’re widows
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From this tragedy |