Reflections

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Behind the dark walls of sheer solitude,
There are stories that evil will tell,
It is like nothing you have heard before,
Of myths and trances and spells...
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Once more the darkness rears it's pale ugly head ,
Behind the reflection of the mirrors,
And as you walk down the hall of the Demon's,
It is the terror of all of your fears...
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Nothing like this before have you seen,
Behind the walls of both pleasure and pain,
In the darkness the reflection is looking at you,
Your lust is the reason you came...
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Flickering lights that are dim in the halls,
Screams can be heard in the night,
There is no where to run and no turning back,
In this realm of the demons solo flight...
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So alone and afraid filled with panic,
As the apparitions begin to appear,
Any sense of trying to explain this,
To your knees you fall from the fear...
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The reflection in mirrors of a bloody corpse,
It not what was looking straight in,
You stand looking at the reflection,
It simply laughs and it grins...
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The sounds you hear are not normal,
And right now you miss her so much,
She told you not to come here my friend,
Or you will experience the Gothic touch...
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Defined by the ink where it is written,
That She is the queen of all damned,
It is your soul she desires in ecstasy,
Your pain is everything she had planned...
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Into her web you have fallen,
To experience the widow's bite,
It will not be long till its over,
As She spews Gothic words in the night....
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She warned you that lust only takes you,
To places you just should not be,
The bite if the widow is deadly,
One final kiss sets you free...
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To walk in the halls of the Demons den,
While the Ferries will soar in the skies,
In your nightmares She will haunt you forever,
She stole your heart and you died...
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So let it be known that the stories are true,
That once you come here it's the end,
You gave into the lust that defines you,
Death from the desires of her skin...
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