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I sold my soul a thousand times
Within my empty shell I thought that I was selling lies I thought there is no hell. I wonder what's there left to feel I wonder why I lost "Now could you make the pain unreal I'm haunted by your ghost..." And ocean deep, and sky so gray Infinity of sin An angel dark comes with delay To take my eyes with him. And on the path of fire-stones I fear now I am blind Empty skulls and frozen bones A tear left, in my mind. I'm reaching for his icecold wing He took my light away And now he leads, I dare to think, Me, on a silver ray. I have to play with his cruel dice And hope one day I'll win Make him give me back my eyes And then... I'll play with him.
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