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| 13. Behold! The NightMare I've faced the fathoms in your deep withstood the suitors quiet siege pulled down the heavens just to please you appease you the wind blows and I know I can't go on, digging roses from you grave to linger on, beyond the beyond where the willows weep and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me the coarse tide reflects sky and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on with a december black psalm and the night mare rides on what i fear is lost here the wind blows and I know all you have to do is run away and steal yourself from me become a mystery to gaze into you're so cruel in all you do but still I believe, I believe in you so may you come with your own knives you'll never take me alive with all the force of what is true is there nothing I can do? I can't go on, digging roses from you grave to linger on, beyond the beyond where the willows weep and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on with a december black psalm and the night mare rides on I've faced the fathoms in your deep withstood the suitors quiet siege pulled down the heavens just to please you to hold the flower I can't keep |
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