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Intro (in Swedish)
You call me but I can't hear you.
I'm leaving for a place where the dead wind
brings red milk
1st Verse:
Angels face greens of loneliness.
Sculptors blow a megadeath.
In an Angel's world we will stone our excuse,
While desire hurts the Muse.
Chorus:
Agony wishes the ends;
Enemy takes out the scents
Symphony gathers the bents;
Irony pulls out from my veins.
Heaven of my sighs will shine in a war of dizziness;
Gestures of my demand will be dead in happiness;
I believe in an elusive half-darkness;
Now I justify my strength and willingness in
death.
2nd Verse:
I take cries from my craziness
And I burn the grooms of my happiness
Ivory bells flow wine from the mystic sensations;
We will gild the end of passions.
End:
Slayers are fantasy's games
Crossing in my blood with jokes
And die in my eyes.
I melt magical names
In a golden cauldron that smokes

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