And the morning came...The mourning did tear me,the suns red
Enter the hall of the apocalypticCryptic spoon in a.Demons dance
I stand alone upon the silent plains of timeblinded by
I Breathe on your breast,even the orchid soundslike lions in
Long since the last man leftSilence, the silence of nightAnd
Break down all your storiesThey will collapsewhen you meet your
Lure me awayCloser to the thornsMy sins I whisperMy brain
I praise what is unfamiliarI adore what is unknownI'd love
I walk along the gardenA place I don't recallI dream
Overfilled honor is liketorment in the yard of destructionWhy cant
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