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No More Beating As One
She was no longer precious to me...
I guess my hate grew much stronger than my love for her ever did
(I was) so tired of chasing that person who made me feel loved
and as we were embracing I cut and spilt the dearest blood
I'm praying for her soul as this blood on my hands stains me whole...
You were my life, from you I fed of
And now parted by knife - the suicide of our love
So callous and frigid was that stillborn soul...
yet no other half could ever make me whole
You promised: "...'til death do us part", and then you made a stone of my
heart
And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame
Gone are the times when I felt alive
Gone are those nights with you by my side
And now here I stand as the shadows grow deep...
With the death on my hand at your grave I weep
We were one yet not the same...
Once passion abundant, now pain
And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame
...Love laved with stillness like the grave in my heart
and all the reasons huddled in your seeping blood...
And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame
And with the last rays of the setting sun she bled her love away
No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame
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