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Music: Sundin, Johansson
Words: Sundin, Stanne
No-one survives such an attackand we all stood like monumentsbaring the nails in her back
Still moving sinewsin a graceful impression of lifeshyly the arms, shyly the beastsfold fear die
Ten fingers driventhrough the heart, through the coreas I stare into those strange, magnetic eyesand wonder: (for you / me)are there demons there?I knew it all the time. The misanthropeswere right to crucify themselves in theneed of a saviour. Still moving sinewsstruggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.
Semi-worlds, lifetight lodgeswhere faces stiffen,plagued with the frost of disease
Our capsules barely meet
The worms of disorderlike living black numbersthat drip from her pergament skin
Joined in sweet furyto anoint the decayfragile and reddened in lifelost array
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