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: Baptised with a perfect name The doubting one by heart Alone without himself War between him and the day Need someone to blame In the end, little
: 6:30 winter morn Snow keeps falling, silent dawn A rose by any other name Eva leaves her Swanbrook home A kindest heart which always made Me ashamed
: Finally the hills are without eyes They are tired of painting a dead man's face red With their own blood They used to love having so much to lose
: Sweet little words made for silence Not talk Young heart for love Not heartache Dark hair for catching the wind Not to veil the sight of a cold world
: We seduce the dark with pain and rapture Like two ships that pass in the night You and I, a whore and a bashful sailor Welcome to a sunrise of a
: Part I: ?White Lands of Empathica? The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence
: An old man by a seashore At the end of day Gazes the horizon With seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island Seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted
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: I close my eyes The lantern dies The scent of awakening Wildhoney and dew Childhood games Woods and lakes Streams of silver Toys of olden days
: A ballad of dark queen echoes through night As he flees the curse of gods, the pharaoh's wrath 1001 nights unseen The philosopher and the queen
: Running for her life The dark rain from her eyes still falls Breathtaking butterfly Chose a dark day to live Save one breath for me A Loner
: The wolves, my love, will come Taking us home where dust once was a man Is there Life before a Death? Do we long too much and never let in? Howl
: Who's there knocking at my window? The owl and the Dead Boy This night whispers my name All the dying children Virgin snow beneath my feet Painting
: For whom the gun tolls For whom the prey weeps Bow before a war Call it religion Some wounds never heal Some tears never will Dry for the unkind Cry