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There's a rumor that you're speaking in tongues

And you've lost all control

Motor functions not a power you hold

Least not a power of yours

O queen of mischief - mysterious one

I want your beautiful soul

Your tales are legend

The things that you've done

They say you're not of this world

Contorted angel - they sent you a priest

But you were busy in told

You're a weapon of the darkest design

You claim you're centuries old

Now come with me

Suffer as my fugitive

Sliding in between

Other worlds

Into dreams

You and I infiltrate - horror

Manifesting scream take them down

Unholy spectre

Can this be the end

Am I finally free

Transmission in the marks on my skin

You know I've tried to come clean

You know I've tried to come clean

O let this be a dream