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Gothic There lies upon the starlight night
Deep as deep, and farfetched truant be
Never will I walk again
Never will I see
The days grow longer, endless so
Searing me, as the flame grows cold
And following close behind my trail
Following me, is that face so pale
Whispers longing, yet far away
I take the words, and bend them
Following close behind my path
My mind does suffer from the wrath
See she does lean upon my endless sorrow
Buried deep inside me are the truthful lies
Buried deep inside me fights the battle
My heart aflame in hell below
She follows, as death seeps all around her
But no, she will not give me death
The she-wolf so cruel, won’t take me away
She will not spare me from my dismay
An ounce of venom, is all I need
A cut so longingly, to bleed
A vacant bullet to pierce my chest
And put my hopeless soul to rest
And she follows, so close yet far behind
Her laughter ere to truth, I see
She is the mistress of death, and she follows behind
But still won’t put out the fires of my mind
Enchanted forest, we walk yet again
The eternal mile, of pain and sin
I walk on this path, ‘till death comes my way
I tread on the leaves of miserable decay
I walk on this hate-lit trail of despair
I wander endlessly, life is not fair
Death’s mistress won’t give me what I want
I want to be free, I long to set loose
Dragging my feet across bridge’s of life
Death all around, but won’t end my strife
Death in every flower and tree
But it is so cruel, it won’t TOUCH me
West winds blow until this day
Take my memories away
Yearn for life, but seek out death
Dormant lies are under my breath
Flee away, flee afar
Run on angel’s wings
Rest in peace, I wish to say
But I can’t rest, not on this day
Enchantress of death, I Yearn to thee
Take away my misery
The stalks of life, grow from the ground
But mine has fallen…
Quaint is she, still following…
Death’s mistress can show me the end of ends
I die a thousand deaths in my mind
Not of the body, my mind is so scarred
And she won’t help me end it all
Woe to courage, cowardly beast
My glitter of courage has long been deceased
And still, she follows, shedding me pain
Sheltering me from pleasure, slaying my mind
Still she follows, deterring my soul from God
Still that witch does curse me, killing me slowly
An amber sorrow burns inside, I can’t flee
Following my footsteps, on a black trail
This day shall end again in pain
This day shall be my last
I shall force death upon myself
No longer shall my wandering pain be felt
No longer shall my heart burn
No longer shall I hide my sorrow
For death can be bought from her at a price
No sixpence can buy, nor any gold nor riches
Only that price can be pain eternally, paid in whole
Only that price can be paid with my soul
Now I shall follow her, now my body will weep
My pain is not to be found, nor is sorrow deep
I shall now be used, used like a tool
And on my soul, stamped paid in full
