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Thoughts are spinning their inescapable threadstransforming us cruelly into marionettes.
Everything I feel is painand the Devil holds us in his hands.
Buried desperately in my chesta rose for myself and a rose for the dead.A serenade of tears, lifelesslywe feel the beat, though no orchestra is there to be seen...I am you, I am you - you are me,what I am, what are you - who are we ?
What is truth and what is lie,who are you and what am I?
In a cradle of mercy we are sleepingthe half-sleep of oblivion.
No holy water could wash away our faultsnor do benediction purify our unclean souls.
The gates remain lockedfor the wingless children of wrath,so long ago splintered and trodden downus children of glass...
Please, my Lord, extinguish the light,the illumination hurts my eyes.
My choice was wrong, so wrong:truly everything is pain...
We are crying with wolveslike stone we are sleeping with the dead;soon we'll be gone and you're leftthe instrument...
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