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And maybe it is the other way around If they're still alive haunting my frozen, rigid face And each time they visit they leave a spark Penetrating Suffocating Punishing me Punishing me They, The primal reason The force ripping from the bottom Forcing two moments in time to become one Two moments passing through space in unison For they are the sunken city of dreams An underwater friend For they are phantoms born of madman's delusions brought to life Or maybe it was the other way around And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death He had come like a thief in the night And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, And died each in the despairing posture of his fall And the flames of the tripods expired And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all From Letras Mania