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Black Shadows Dance
03:23
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Pictures for windows and dust balls for rugs, the girl stares helplessly
Watching creatures lurk in the towering eaves, catching insects with their iron teeth.
The door on one wall is made of stone and locked with an iron key,
And the wind sings a song of sweet despair, as it dances through the dormant trees.
Pounding at the door in her mind in her head,
Time merely laughed throbbing seconds to days.
The room spins quickly as the Black Shadows Dance
The ritual of passing the dead.
The door heaves a sigh as the light invades, the musty room reeking of sin,
A man with a stare that could destroy all life, softly touched the girl’s rotting skin
The cave grew colder as her blood grew thin, the silence was deafening.
Crouched in the corner of a limestone cell, signing her soul to hell.
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Shadows and Shuffles
04:52
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Etched in your forehead a map to hell, I followed it into your skin.
Unfolding a prayer, I cry for someone to help my mine this quarry, in search of my brain.
¬¬¬¬¬¬¬Icy fingers and hands reach for the clouds, try to catch the moon as it falls through the sky,
Catch the eye that glows solemn and red as it shines through the shadows.
Twinkle into the halls, through forgotten Burroughs of time.
Breathe the light on your lips as you fall through the s
Like Demons in Darkness, praise the call of life!
Then come Shadows and shuffles, one shadow fades away.
Then come shadows and shuffles, Twinkledom fades, two shadows loom overhead,
As the figures merge a void of silence, it steals the air from my lungs like a fire through hell!
Twinkle into the halls, through forgotten boroughs of time.
Breathe the light on your lips as you fall through the sky,
Like Demons in Darkness, praise the call of life!
Then come Shadows and shuffles, one shadow fades away.
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Crimson Fire
03:34
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Don’t look through the holes, holes in my mind
The dawning of thought, what will we find?
Fearing what we might see--- a crimson fire! (2x)
Holes on my head from a thousand burns,
Holes in my mind from a million words.
Holes in my thoughts from ignorance
Fearing the change and hating the noise it makes.
Laden in blood, a heathen mass, a mass of zeal,
We carry the crimson cross, our vows revealed.
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4. |
My Own True Love
04:18
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If I had the choice, to live or to die
If I had the choice, to live or to die, I’d choose die
If I had to choose between life with another, and you and your precious embrace
Then I’d rather die a hundred times over than lose you my love
My Own True Love
If I had a voice to sing out to say
If I had a voice to sing out to say—I would say
I’d say thanks for the time that we had, enwrapped in your precious embrace
And I’d rather die a thousand times over than lose you my love
My Own True Love
If it’s over I would tell U that it’s not too late
If it’s over I would tell U that it’s not a mistake
When it’s over I would tell U that U were my only true reason to live
And I’d rather die ten thousand times over than have you lose faith, or the will to live
If I had the right to speak out to say
If I had the right to speak out to say—I would say
I’d say thanks for the time that we had enwrapped in your precious embrace
And I’d rather die a million times over than lose you my love
My Own True Love
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Thanks
04:53
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If I had the choice, to live or to die
If I had the choice, to live or to die, I’d choose die
If I had to choose between life with another, and you and your precious embrace
Then I’d rather die a hundred times over than lose you my love
My Own True Love
If I had a voice to sing out to say
If I had a voice to sing out to say—I would say
I’d say thanks for the time that we had, enwrapped in your precious embrace
And I’d rather die a thousand times over than lose you my love
My Own True Love
If it’s over I would tell U that it’s not too late
If it’s over I would tell U that it’s not a mistake
When it’s over I would tell U that U were my only true reason to live
And I’d rather die ten thousand times over than have you lose faith, or the will to live
If I had the right to speak out to say
If I had the right to speak out to say—I would say
I’d say thanks for the time that we had enwrapped in your precious embrace
And I’d rather die a thousand times over than lose you my love
My Own True Love
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Bryan Vamp Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Bryan Vamp is a singer/songwriter in Pittsburgh, Pa., USA. He sings original songs while accompanying himself on keyboard. His songs fall into the genre of Gothic Rock, a 1980's based sound heralded by such bands as Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Joy Divison, Sisters of Mercy, and The Cure. ... more
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