"Her penultimate sighs called softy on the kindling winds
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Her saintly eyes filling with tears living with truth
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and then a golden flash like the onset of heaven
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leaving her screams breaking my heart
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and in the grip of fire
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i knew the Death of love
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Where will you be they tense for warfare?
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What will you see with your innocence there?
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Where will you be my darling?
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Where will you be they tense for warfare?
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Where will you be when God is glorifying?
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There we will be between the dead and dying
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Where will you be my darling?
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Where will you be when God is glorifying?
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Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain
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For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns
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Devoted to the votive, holy standard above
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'By command of the king of Heaven'
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Came the death of love
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Where will you be when they're vilifying?
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How will they see when the truth is blinding?
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Where will you be my darling?
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Where will you be when they're vilifying?
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Where will you be when the dark is rising?
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How will you keep from it's terrorizing?
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Where will you be my darling?
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Where will you be when the dark is rising?
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Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom
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On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound
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But visions and ambition
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Never listened to submission
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And she was on a mission from the highest above
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To Lord upon the slaughter
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Like a sword through hissing water
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She arose where archers sought her
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For the death of love
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The righteous death of love
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Gilles adored her drama
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Her suit of pure white armour
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Blazed against the English in a torrent of light
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And as they rallied onto night
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A cancer fled his soul
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Dissolving...
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Framed amid the thick of fire
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Aflame, a Valkyrie
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She made him click without desire
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And in his eyes she swam a Goddess
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And even when they caught her breath
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Her words would leave a scar
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'For only in the grip of darkness
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Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'
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How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?
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How will you know if the sky is burning?
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Where will you be my darling?
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How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?
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Where will you be when Babel builds my fire?
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Will you not flee and label me pariah?
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Where will you be my darling?
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Where will you be when they light my pyre?
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Aligned with Joan in all
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That was enthroned and divine
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He swore to score the crimes
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Jackdaws poured on this dove
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Crimes he knew alone
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Derived from minds of the blind
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The church unfurled for murder perched
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Upon the death of love
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Framed amid the thick of fire
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Aflame, a Valkyrie
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She claimed the skies were lit with spires
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And in his eyes she swam a Goddess
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And even when she fought for breath
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Her words would leave a scar
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'For only in the grip of darkness
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Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'
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The Death Of Love (Demo)
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Cradle Of Filth |