| Behind The Crimson Door |
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Covered the carcass of time with flowers.
To send the scent of blame to the grave.
Set the darkest thoughts on fire and watch the ashes climb to heaven's gates.
We hide behind the crimson door while the summer iskilled by the fall alive.
Behind the crimson door while the winter sings:
"Your love will be the death of me."
Death served wine for lovers brought from the wrold where devils reign
And intoxicated angels with sorrow.
They witnessed in the yes of their slaves.
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