"Like a portrait born of hate
like a lock without a key
I am trapped here in this prison
deliver me from me..."House of Dust
"Cold light descending through curtains of dust
Torn like the memory of what we wert and what became of us
Gone with the Evening when morning stares
Gone and forgotten Iike a photograph..."Blood of the Saints
"London is mine, New York and Paris shall fall
One Ring to Rule in Darkness to bind them all
Come to me now a moth to the Flame
Burning your eyes as you stare..."|
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