Struck is now the Sun, he's bleeding so hard
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And tainting the sky, with this brand-new red dawn
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Now slowly he just fades, fading into the night
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Ravashed by the darkness, the dusk's purest of lights
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Blood is now spattered, across the whole dark sky
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Dusk shall now wash it, with darkness and with night
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I watch him perish now, I see his slow demise
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And smile toward the Heavens, for this great gift of thine
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Thou art the one true queen
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Mistress of the night
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Sun's bloody slayer
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His one true fright
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Above the howling stars
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Above the fiery Hell
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You reign most supreme
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With yours, the crystal stream
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You, who now slaughter the day, and send your pale beams
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Of madness and of pain, On ours, the feeble minds
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Your sweet heavenly figure, as pale as the white bone
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Lights through the black darkness, of the long sattered throne
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And so you carry on, to conquer and to reign
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Until the fallen Sun, shall rise yet once again
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So your empires fall, your reign, it turns to dust
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Your beauty and pale beams, are now forever lost
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The Crystal Stream
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Catamenia |