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| Deep in my heart I long to see The fire of love that burns in me How I wish, how I hope that love finds me How I know that life burns hopelessly S- 3 |
| Alone at birth, an object of mirth Between heaven and hell, condemned by the holy bell You live in fear of death and in fear of life You dream of blood and the ecstacy of sin as your head lays still on the thorny pillow Lament your hollow soul, hate your god, despise your peers and forsake your life Your victims bleed Decadent feelings pass with the bitter winter that slayed your eternal rose Dark entities cloud your mind as you decend into hell And now the night comes and you await the things that dreams are made of. S- 4 |
| They tell you nothing is forever Then the ressurection comes Your life severed Your soul is chained and lost forever Life is breathed into you through ancient blood Life becomes a soliloque as your body dies Surrounded by spectral lies and lonely cries A sudden darker heart, a darker soul and a distant love Centuries are layed bare as you enter a life without pain and hope no more anger, no more rage, no more choices Just immortality Alone S- 5 |
| Life is just a fabrication Empty smiles and cold conviction Hearts consumed without benediction Heaven existing only in loving eyes knowing that the rainbow dies Surrounding death is our education Blinded by the light of eternity Waiting all your life for the dreams that every passing day consumes We kill for things we cannot find the rose petals are crushed as heaven is denied S- 6 |
| Enter the saviour of my human soul The meaning of life now looks for me Time to turn the page, ignore the voices and seize hold the day I feel purified and alive as people fade into the shadows Hope returns as the power of my justice takes hold It fascinates me A vision of the future in my hands, as the world lays at my feet its wonderful, I know, as dreams are realised and life becomes a weird lullaby S- 9 |
| I can be worthy of love I am worthy of love I am worthy of her love Tell me, what is love ? S- 11 |
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