Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows - Not Dead But Dying | Текст песни

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Take my hand in the old 'Theatre Of Seven Hells',
a ferry that bowed its wings,
call: 'Moon by Day'.
Life - a book of foreign tongue that hurts our ears.
Flowers of the end, their seeds shall grow.
Your breath - my coat,
the underworld is, oh, so cold.
The dead don't feel the chill,
but please, hold me warm.
The aweful night has gone; what lay before...
we can't remember.
Morpheus has drowned in the lament
of his own shadow...

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