: Resurrection of a horrid dream Blend of hate and intense desire Putrify Vile... surreal
: Let us be the ones to put the thorn in thy eye ...let us be the ones Squalid the weak stumbles through all of life's obscurities Lost in sacriliege
of thine Perchance to dream... Day of ire prithee behold the haven of life Perchance to dream... Day of ire prithee may daylight draw thy veils aside
In decadence I take thee by the hand too frail...to gain the promised land too frail...to take your pain away too frail...a sequel of decay May milleniums
the sunset like thou hast before Entreating the daylight to rage nevermore Angina striking Elysium A frail remembrance glorificates the nightside-ascendance veiled
was Sworn to a secrecy an arcanum devotee Mourning a life with thee a descendance of watery argentine Trance of thy frailty endure the exsanguine Glance beyond
the looking glass Dance so frail and lost in the fields afar Cast off thy mourning Clasp life and glory Venus... through the looking glass The sense of angels in veils
Resurrection of a horrid dream Blend of hate and intense desire Putrify Vile... surreal
Let us be the ones to put the thorn in thy eye ...let us be the ones Squalid the weak stumbles through all of life's obscurities Lost in sacriliege Revere
Rise my clandestines, thy secrecies invoked Streams of argentine across eyelids are drawn Rise upon the tide, my castaway's outworn Fall from distant
Challenge my own world to chaos Thoughts to mind becomes my arch enemies Skin to teeth... visions appears to me in red Scouring my wounds with your spit
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looking glass Dance so frail and lost in the fields afar Cast off thy mourning Clasp life and glory Venus... through the looking glass The sense of angels in veils