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Intro
01:00
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The End of Everything
03:53
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Hold tight darling
Grab the ropes that bind your feet
Nobody knows you’re here with me
Silence your heart which slowly beats
Be still my darling
Feel the darkness as you sleep
Bleeding
Vision is blurring
Screaming
Find me, I’m dying
Here at the end...of everything
Kiss me darling
Live forever in this hate
Snow is falling
A dance of death upon your face
Tell me my princess, where do you hide your shame?
Bloody darling
All your pain has been erased
Bleeding
Vision is blurring
Screaming
Find me, I’m dying
Here at the end
....of everything.
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3. |
Feb. 24th 1989
04:28
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Driving through a moonless night
The road is winding, sadness in her eyes
The snow all melts
Blood drips from my head
It doesn’t hurt me Laura...to see you dead
And on the 24th, she’ll be wrapped in plastic
buried in a casket
disgraced, homecoming queen
fire walk with me
a man from another place is coming
to guide him to the Black Lodge
where time and space mean nothing
shadowed by the dark of pine trees
the air is freezing...and my soul is leaving
And on the 24th, she’ll be wrapped in plastic
buried in a casket
disgraced, homecoming queen
fire walk with me
will they ever find me?
guess I’ll never know
when we meet again
it won’t be me. it won’t be me.
it won't be me.
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Ashes of Samhain
05:17
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The coffin walls are rotting and caving in
there’s no use in trying to escape this ancient grave of sin
the stench of death and soil is overwhelming
dried skin like ashes, colorless
no blood left running
she lies awake at night
crying for her dark prince coming to drain her veins all dry
sweet mourning screams, painful and bloody
Emotionless, succumbing...a pool of red
in that dress she’s stunning,
harlot of the devil’s every whim
in her heart she’s trying to understand
her eyes are made of fire, her body turns to sand
her body turns to sand
she lies awake at night
crying for her dark prince coming to drain her veins all dry
sweet mourning screams, painful and bloody
born of the sickly hand of fate
those years she wears upon her face
her mind is locked within a cage
she dies to live another day
kiss me goodbye, ignite the samhain flame
kiss me goodbye, blow the ash away
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Locked in and sealed tight
No sunlight, scents of earth
blood from my eyes, cremated cries
dreaming of re-birth
oh my darling, tell me does it hurt?
bewitched by tears, could drown in here
while all those candles burn
burn
midnight, my only friend
I don’t know where I’ll run
in this tomb, dried blood on my chest
I don’t know when the end will come
will you see me? when my teeth rip out your throat?
one death takes another again
before the night is done
and I’ve been lost so long, ageless as the earth
well I know no fear and I can’t hear
her broken heart return
the light is fading now, I can’t see her icy breath
its been ten long years trapped down in here
and I’m just waiting for death
death
midnight, my only friend
I don’t know where I’ll run
in this tomb, dried blood on my chest
I don’t know when the end will come
will you see me? when my teeth rip out your throat?
one death takes another again
before the night is done
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