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From the bottom of the pit of nightmares she will comefrom the dungeons of insanity to haunt the wicked mind
A crooked finger points, a spell is cast, words can killa weaver of the web of tears, a daughter of the dark Oh, the moon is so cold see the grace of her presence
Giving you the poisoned apple, beauty or beastdancing naked in the rain with eyes that cannot see
Calling demons that have not spoken ina thousand yearsold sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreams we can't reach When the moon is so cold when the air breathes of evil And the black skies will burn see her shadow is rising The dying illusion the loss of a friend The dying illusion please come back again
The hideous smile of the devils child will tease you to believea forbidding shape witch or virgin - over a sinister moon
Fatal grace that blinds and binds, assaults and astoundsfrom the cradle of eternity to the fears of modern man When the moon is so cold when the air breathes of evil and the black skies will burn see her shadow is rising The dying illusion the loss of a friend The dying illusion please come back again
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