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Lady Darkness
The finest chapter of my existence mourns in sorrow
My life lays quietly in a realm of tormenting mist
The wind carries a burning hunger inside The Shadow
Time's distant voice fades away from its evil twist
At the very heart of my grief appears a horde of lies
My soul rides on to embrace the Mistress of Sin
Shall the serenity within my slumber awaken and die?
The horizon stalks the dark path of a sealed coffin
The Bride of Chaos soars on the breeze of The Heavens
Her clouded eyes reflect a lust inflamed with desire
She mates with a demon's wisdom of hollow visions
A quest of struggles relates to this painful fire
Her Majesty's hand reaches out to caress the forbidden
So soft, yet so cold is the touch of her presence
I reflect upon how she ignores what The Light has given
The evening is left to gather my vestiges of silence
Vanity and conceit spread open their wings of praise
Tears of absence land on a meadow of tranquility
I'm reminded of the simplicity of my younger days
All I recollect is how my solitude dwells in misery
The guilt has finally begun to flee my ruins of pleasure
Never will the burden of shame allow my dreams to perish
For somewhere beyond this deceit lies a moral treasure
Safely kept away from the maiden of darkness I cherish
My life lays quietly in a realm of tormenting mist
The wind carries a burning hunger inside The Shadow
Time's distant voice fades away from its evil twist
At the very heart of my grief appears a horde of lies
My soul rides on to embrace the Mistress of Sin
Shall the serenity within my slumber awaken and die?
The horizon stalks the dark path of a sealed coffin
The Bride of Chaos soars on the breeze of The Heavens
Her clouded eyes reflect a lust inflamed with desire
She mates with a demon's wisdom of hollow visions
A quest of struggles relates to this painful fire
Her Majesty's hand reaches out to caress the forbidden
So soft, yet so cold is the touch of her presence
I reflect upon how she ignores what The Light has given
The evening is left to gather my vestiges of silence
Vanity and conceit spread open their wings of praise
Tears of absence land on a meadow of tranquility
I'm reminded of the simplicity of my younger days
All I recollect is how my solitude dwells in misery
The guilt has finally begun to flee my ruins of pleasure
Never will the burden of shame allow my dreams to perish
For somewhere beyond this deceit lies a moral treasure
Safely kept away from the maiden of darkness I cherish
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