| A pattern composed in the darkest den
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| Those moments will never be again
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| Now when the winter has come
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| Then my memories they guide me to an ancient dimension
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| A time full of tears
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| Where the winter-queen showed me the light of deception
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| Traces of a midwinter drama impossible to erase
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| Your face so eternal, my nightmares so infernal
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| A sphere full of pure tyranny
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| Seduction in fire and darkness
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| A nymphchild not of this world
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| Covered with skin like an innocent bride
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| She is dressed for her pleasures, sin and delight
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| Have you felt a cold desire?
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| The beauty in my dreams is the darkest soul, my pain and my disease…
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| Tears like the purest waters
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| Frozen in thy eyes
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| Try to hide the weakness
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| That dwells behind the grace
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| When the old man has spoken
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| All promises are broken
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| The daylight has fallen into the deepest night
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| Where thy snake-eyes are watching
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| Your fingers are touching the skin of the beloved ones
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| See the queen descending in grace down from her throne
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| She desolates those weak souls who cross her bloodstained path
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| Tragedies surrounding the beauty of the night
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| Frozen are the waters where she seduces the blind
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| I hear the thousand whispers and screams from the unknown
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| I feel the mighty presence from the spirits in her gown
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| Devoured and embraced, I stand alone with fallen grace
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| The sky is turning grey, I see the bleakness of it all
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| The waters are turning to frozen ice
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| I realize it’s the tears from a million cries
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| Those old memories are now fading away
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| For the last time, the last farewell is said
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| When the old man has spoken
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| All promises are broken
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| The daylight has fallen into the deepest night
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| Where thy snake-eyes are watching
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| Your fingers are touching the skin of the beloved ones
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| My dreams are no longer
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| My pain growing stronger
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| I feel the power of the midnight storms
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| All roses are burning
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| The flowers are turning
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| To ice in the presence of her light
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| I remember the voice in the night
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| The face is so eternal, but the memory is gone…
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| Traces
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| Of a midwinter drama, Erased! |