The dungeons are calling our names,
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inviting us to a masquerade in the flames,
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once again lust will spread its wings
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and carry us through the northern winds.
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Open the gates,
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to where it's all supposed to end
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and let us all in... daimons, whores, witches and fiends.
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Swoop through the frozen landscape
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of red memories almost forgotten,
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In rapid re-run:
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a crimson river of rich wine let loose on tiles.
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Hideous sihouettes flicker in the candlelight,
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shapes of evil, we are all born of dayfright.
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Ever since the banquet I've waited for her burn,
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might she be here, can this be the night of her return?
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There, right before my eyes she stands, my dark witch.
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Dressed in her funeral shroud, as black as pitch.
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Carved symbols in black, scars that never heal.
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All over my body, for a thousand years I bore her seal.
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Come forth and lick the blood from my nasty wounds,
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still so young though she's older than the moon.
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Carved symbols in black, scars that never heal.
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All over my body, for a thousand years I bore her seal.
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She chased the moonlight out on the fields,
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a dance most sombre and seductive.
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She told me twisted stories from her past,
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and said: - "take this stake and end my life, but do it fast".
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Blood-drenched feathers against what's once been raped,
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beautiful, innocent but still not too old
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for what it is shaped.
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How can you die right before my eyes?
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I always thought you were one of us,
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one of the immortals.
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Open the gates,
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to where it's all supposed to end,
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and let us all in...
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Open the gates,
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to where we once were supposed to sin,
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and let us all in...
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Masquerade In The Flames (Another Black Friday)
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Abyssos |