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The Dreadful Mirror

Sopor Aeternus

White as snow lie my lover's bones
In the soft, velvet soil of the vault
And I, his bride, sleep by his side
To celebrate our sacred love

At times it seems that I'm existing only
Within some fading memory
But dreams are all sacred, dreams are all holy
And, by far, still the safest place for my poor soul to be

Do not speak of the terrible place
That guided your war-horse and your living stake
We are dancing in circles with the dear living dead
We are blessed with the corpses that coil 'round our necks
Please, don't speak of that terrible place
That once guided your war-horse and your living stake
We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead
Feeling blessed with the corpses that feed on our necks

I caught a glimpse of myself on the other sphere
And for a fleeting moment I forgot the tears
Dreams are precious and, oh, so is sleep
This, my safest, yet - by far - the most fragile of all retreats

Do not speak of the terrible place
That guided your war-horse and your living stake
We are dancing in circles with the dear living dead
We are blessed with the corpses that coil 'round our necks
Please, don't speak of that terrible place
that once guided your war-horse and your living stake
We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead
Feeling blessed with the corpses that feed on our necks






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