You can't stopthe suffering.Maybe you can tryYou can't stopthe madnessjust
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
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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