Lead to the river Midsummer I waveA "V" of black swansOn with hope to the graveAnd through Red SeptemberWith skies fire-pavedI begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones=mas=Cold was my soulUntold was the painI faced, when you left meA rose in the rain...So I swore to the razorThat never, enchainedWould your dark nails of faithBe pushed through my veins againBared on your tombI'm a prayer for your lonelinessAnd would you ever soonCome above unto me?For once upon a timeFrom the binds of your lowlinessI could always findThe right slot for your sacred keySix feet deep is the incisionIn my heart that barless prisonDiscolours

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