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Haunted nights for halcyon days
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Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice
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Nature's way struck grief in me
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And I became a ghost in sickness
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Willingly guided into heresy
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Beneath the surface, stark emptiness
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And you'd pity my conviction
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Whereas I thought of myself as a leader
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You'd cling to your pleasant hope
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It is twisted fascination
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While I'd ruin the obstacles into despair
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And I'm praising death
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Lost love of the heart
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In a holocaust scene memory
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Decrepit body wearing transparent skin
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Inside, the smoke of failure
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Wept for solace and submit to faith
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In his shadow I'm choking
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Yet flourishing
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Master
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A delusion made me stronger
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Yet I'm draped in pale withering flesh
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I sacrificed more than I had
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And left my woes beneath the mire
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______________________
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Name Beneath The Mire
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Artist Opeth
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Album Ghost Reveries
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