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Upon the porcelain moon
Sitting facing a crescent window
the light is shining
gleaming, through and through
In the dark room I bask In
I'm chosen by the moonlight
a sudden stench of rotting souls
I see
I'm the chosen one
let the light shine on me
I gaze upon
the shattered light
Sitting with a white face, torn
eyes like thunder
crimson lips touch, light
upon a ghostly face
but still pure
cannibals reach out
ripped Into shreds
I'm the chosen one
let the blood spill on me
I feel
torn and no more
A soul now gone with the sin
the moon that hides behind the clouds
so shy and soft
the gentle light
shattered like porcelain
the light is shining
gleaming, through and through
In the dark room I bask In
I'm chosen by the moonlight
a sudden stench of rotting souls
I see
I'm the chosen one
let the light shine on me
I gaze upon
the shattered light
Sitting with a white face, torn
eyes like thunder
crimson lips touch, light
upon a ghostly face
but still pure
cannibals reach out
ripped Into shreds
I'm the chosen one
let the blood spill on me
I feel
torn and no more
A soul now gone with the sin
the moon that hides behind the clouds
so shy and soft
the gentle light
shattered like porcelain
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