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Infernal Summer
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black
I drew down the veil, i wanted her back
I am at one with what never lived
I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what i have to give...
Shall you try and poison my words
At a summers funeral, i woke to the light
Shall you lay my bed with thorns
And clutch at me like you have done to life...?
Shall i be the chief mourner, in your procession
No stone lays unturned... (rest in your grave)
I can no longer hear, silence calling your name
Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain
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