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I am the phantom you please to see Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me I occurred beside the magic pawn Omnious, is this fading dawn I am the scenary, the one who smite I was always meant to avoid this light Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash And escaped what now is layed in ash You starvers you have seen Nevermore will you look upon the preen Illusionary palace, glory in a curl Wretched faces of a dead world... They, the dust, have now gone. For the lord of them will be the one that broke their wings, and kissed their horns Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns. Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more... The moving figures my undressed lust Their tempting eyes with their silver dust Mine to behold like the flap of my soul Dead skin prison. Dead... Stiff... Cold... From Letras Mania