Dancing With The Red Storm

The Bleeding Sun

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    I can see behind this mirror,
    as you dance among the fog...
    I can read into your mind,
    the emptiness that's filled with tears

    But you must dance
    and this damnation has nothing to do about it
    Just embrace me once again
    to fall in the exile without confusion

    And surround me in black into your grace,
    to find a reason for
    Just embrace me once again
    to fall in the exile without confusion

    This glorious end is the ascension to that horizon
    the nebula of liquid arms it's coming for us
    The night becoming red

    Paths that draw me away from sanity,
    we'll know how the silence is made
    perhaps from blood covered sheets

    I take the flesh that lays into your grave,
    and I eat it all like a wolf
    howling for you.

    This glorious end is the ascension to that horizon
    The night becoming red
    the nebula of liquid arms it's coming for us

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    Mysterious voracity...
    masked with your skin,
    of intense taste
    So black is your veil
    that I can't see beyond it

    And I fall next to your pain,
    burying me in this hunger
    for passion

    Your last song, my last poem and one last sigh...
    nothing I shall fear as the whine of the red storm
    wraps me up

    I take the flesh that lays into your grave,
    and I eat it all like a wolf
    howling for you.

    Why are you dancing now
    for the gods of the Promised Land?
    For they betrayed you
    condemning you behind the mirror,
    among the fog

    I can see behind this mirror,
    as you dance among the fog...
    I can read into your mind,
    the emptiness that's filled with tears

    But you must dance
    and this damnation has nothing to do about it
    Just embrace me once again
    to fall in the exile without confusion

    Just embrace me once again
    to fall in the exile without confusion
    And surround me in black into your grace,
    to find a reason for

    Mysterious voracity...
    masked with your skin,
    of intense taste
    So black is your veil
    that I can't see beyond it

    And I fall next to your pain,
    burying me in this hunger
    for passion

    Your last song, my last poem and one last sigh...
    nothing I shall fear as the whine of the red storm
    wraps me up

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