Orphans of Dusk - August Price | Текст песни

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In a dream
As I was brought to those crumbling church walls

In the midst of it all
My mind played tricks, illusions took hold
Haunting, the hour drew near
Panic struck hard as daylight faded away

Chasing a candle lit form
The mind deceives, lies become truth
Faceless demons discourse
A ghost leads the blind in grief this night

The only way is to recreate my life
And pay the august price for one last goodbye

Hollow throughout this phantom is sweetest pain

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