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DON'T FEAR I'M A FIDDLER OF MEAN LET ME PLAY FOR AWHILE I INVITE YOU TO DANCE - FOREVER HEY LITTLE CHILD I BELIEVE THAT YOU KNOW WHO I AM TO LATE TO WARN - THE OTHERS ARE LOST IN THE MUSIC OF HELL THEY DANCE, THEY DANCE INTO TRANCE MY VIOLIN PLAYS TH

IN NOMANS LAND BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL MADNESS IS CHANTING MY NAME THOUSAND SOULS ERRATIC IN LIFE CHAINED IN NOPLACE BEREAVED THEIR HEAVEN OUT OF TUNE NOISES PULSATING IN MY MIND A FATAL OPERA INFERNO OF SOUNDS MY CONSCIENCE FADING FADING NOWHERE IN

THIS IS THE END OF LIVIN' ARE ALL MY SINS FORGIVEN WHAT IS MY DESTINATION WHEN I'M DEAD NOTHING CAN LAST FOR EVER NOT HERE ON MORTAL LEVEL THERE'S STILL SO MUCH UNSPOKEN AND TIME IS SHORT INDEED CROSS THE INFERNAL FIRE AND THROUGH THE HALL OF LIERS T

I AM THE BREATH BEHIND YOUR NECK I AM THE DEVIL ON YOUR BACK A LITTLE DEMON IN YOUR MIND I AM THE HARVESTER OF HATE A TWILIGHT ENTITY OF WRAITH I ALWAYS SNEAK UP FROM BEHIND THE DARK ANXIETY OF SIN IS ALWAYS GROWING DEEP WITHIN I AM THE SOURCE, ITS P

MOON - DRESS THE LAKE IN SILVER GIVE THE NIGHT YOUR SECRET LIGHT AND SHINE ON ME FOREVER DREAM - LET ME DREAM OF WONDER DON'T WAKE ME UP UNTIL IT'S LATE WHEN THE NIGHT AND I'M TOGETHER COME WITH ME STAY WITH ME COME TO ME WALK WITH ME IN MOONLIT NIGH

The day after The night before Remember nothing As I face the floor A pounding headache A smell of death I guess it must be my own breath Remember girls And plenty of booze And my tequila desire Striptease The metal police Then I remember nothing mor

Broken images I see Visions kind of talking to me in this dream What I see I can not really comprehend I watch my self with something hidden in my hand I see ariver made of tears. I see the essence of my fear As I am lost within my- - dream Someone's

I'VE SET THE DEMONS FREE I BROKE THE FIRST FOUR SPELLS AND NOW THEY ARE RIDING EAGERLY DEATH AWAITS THE ONES WHO LIVE BY NATURES LAW THE WORMWOOD STAR IS POISONING THE WELLS BELOW BEHOLD THE RUMBLING THUNDERS BEHOLD THE LIGHT BEHOLD THE EARTHQUAKES T

THIS OBSCURE PLACE WITH BLOODWET WALLS - BLOOD FROM ALL MY TWISTED SOULS MAKES ME WONDER WHO I AM AM I DEAD OR AM I DAMNED A BROKEN MIRROR ON THE FLOOR REFLECTS MY FACE AND THOUSAND MORE DEMONLIKE WITH EVIL EYES STARING FROM THE GLASS OF LIES PRISONE