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Pagan Fire
Lost, alone in the crypts of mourning
Deep under a mountain of sorrows
Cold flames of melancholy
Tearing inside me
Taste the bitterness
And feel the strength in pain
So deep, so dark, so real
Filling all my veins
Wandering souls meant as one
Roaming around (Illusion is) gone
Searching in my mind
But calm is not to find
Come with me,
Follow me in my search for thee
Fall with me through eons of despair,
To the sound of a million divine choirs
Frustration leads my soul
To the desert of confusion
Captured in a world formed by myself
Cold flames of melancholy
Tearing inside me
Taste the bitterness
And feel the strength in pain
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