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Looking through the windows to your mindCan't you see that
Like oils upon a canvas cast in silver, black, and
They march at night through fiery battlefieldsAnd the Death bell
Dark figures dancing madly underneath the moonChilling cold of fright
I hear it in the distanceI can feel it in
They dwell in a palace of ivory and goldIn beauty
The black night is the cloak I wearI'm a nightmare
A servant's life is always shortI never wonder whyAn angel
I look into your eyes as you look into mineI
We, the peopleFace the challenge of our livesApparent heirs of
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