| Welcome to the dying of the heart
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| The path of pure damnation
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| The dark horse will bring glory…
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| The pale horse will bring death!
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| In a ripping evil flash I give me to kill you to death
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| As I stab the seven daggers in, nothing touches me now
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| Feel the vacuum of my heart; |
| suck the life out of your bones
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| Feed upon the spirits force… tear down, breakdown, fear me!
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| Now, in the House of Deadly Dreams
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| Empty me of all but death, the darkness never ends
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| I have seen the truth of me The three denials are complete, no mercy left in here
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| It is finished!
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| Back again, in the symbolic winter night
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| Where I hunt and where you flee, paralyzed with fear
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| I will leave you dead in dreams
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| Storming through the astral snow, devouring your soul
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| So I got on the horse and I rode for miles, but I did not see my face
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| Riding the dark horse, hunting and speeding, flying fast and free
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| And I carried the scythe, and was reaping the harvest of crying helpless souls
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| Laughing in triumph, in bitter passion
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| Weltering in blood, cruelty, and nameless pain
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| In a mystic nightmare void I gave me to death you to kill
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| As I stabbed the seven daggers in, nothing touches me still
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| Now the vacuum of my heart sucks the life out of my bones
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| I can feel the death inside… tear up, break up, fuck up!
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| I got on a horse and I rode for days, but I did not know my name
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| On Sorrow’s pale horse, foaming with pest, flying too fast to see
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| Wielding the scythe and reaping the harvest of screaming sacrifice
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| But killing you is killing me And dead I shall till the end of my time remain…
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| I’ll tear you down, and make you look at me!
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| I have no soul… my face turned to a mask!
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| Cold winds of death blow straight into my heart!
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| I’ll tear you up and rob you of your life!
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| My freezing blood runs cold… when darkness penetrate
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| My dying heart can’t hold… when sorrow detonate |