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Aaron:
Foreboding clouds, shivering above,
Echoes of yore slow bleeding thine soul,
Decaying perception, inward and above,
I abide in torture, watching eons flow...
Aaron:
Still tormented by the shards of truth,
My shadow's falling through thy dreams,
As your slumber had my spirit sealed,
Yet I fear not void, but the thought of it...
Heike & Aaron:
As I dream of doom, writing at your grave,
We are Cruish-Nir, even though I'm last,
Our time is gone, within flames of dust,
On forsaken ground, I fear not of death...
Aaron:
Bygone will be a writer's tear of lead,
The darkest shade of a weeping word,
Unspoken truth engraves your tomb,
When lovers mourn the loss of Platon...
Heike & Aaron:
As I cease to dream, on the sorrow's edge,
Will I give to Charon, my will to create?
Rotten seems the flower, blooming out of sins,
I may be the last, but we're Cruish-Nir...
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Heike:
Eternity from the gods,
Temptation hides in lover's flesh,
Reality mourns the angels,
Lightening heaven with their tears
Heike:
Elaborate release of blood,
Foreseeing retrieval of sins,
Lament death of my beloved,
Last kiss in thy oblivion.
Heike:
Retrieval of the soul is death,
Born from the shadow of the sin,
Oblivion bleeds Obsidian fire,
You were my sleeping angel.
Demetrius:
You are my mescaline ,
Obsidian eyes of death,
Poison trapped in flesh,
In eternal penitence.
Demetrius:
The woman's waxy lips,
Trapped in the hourglass of time,
Divinity melts in shadows,
Embracing Pandora's Ilusion.
Heike:
Redemption of the soul is death,
Flesh is food for the pagan gods.
Your lips soaked in the poison of time,
We are the weeping angels.
Demetrius:
I am the illusion of my own illusion,
Reality compressed into a handful of bones. x 2
Demetrius:
You are my mescaline,
Obsidian eyes of death,
Encompassing ressurection,
where waterfalls mourn my brother.
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