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Paralyzed by the beauty of those words That so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust Suddenly I fear the end of my solitude Once a warrior, poetic shrieks now own my soul Left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris Hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare But he no longer fights the torture of her voice So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare Mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens ...He is hers... Beautiful whispers leave one so far Chain these hands of ageless struggle Rid us of this beloved curse An epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver lips so spiteful Her tongue screams for him Rid us of this curse Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare But he no longer fights the torture of her voice So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare Mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens ...He is hers... Set loose so long ago by the foolish whim of Pandora Phantoms which shall forever prey on mankind's weakness The grains of time hold no bearing to those eyes In pale moonlight she sings to the haunted sea Vile notes seduce old Cerberus to slake unholy thirst Left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris Hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare But he no longer fights the torture of her voice So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare Mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens ...He is hers...
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