Virgin Steele - Unio Mystica

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Dionysus: Blood burns...blood...rise! I can feel everything... Oh babe give it to me now...listen The girl with the grave deep eyes arrives A soul of pale misfortune A rising undertow A canvas for the artist's dark divinity to show Each sorrow is emboldened Diseased within the vine I wander through this graveyard Where the room below is mine I own the change Dark red blood framed The Nysa: God is dead - angels bow their heads God is dead - angels bow oh their heads Bow your head... Dionysus: In death she lay beside me As white as winter snow A cemetery angel, pride stinging from below A slave breaks into midnight Cruel mastery refined I wander through the wilderness Where the tomb below is mine I own the name Haunted cremains The Nysa: God is dead - angels bow their heads God is dead - angels bow their heads Dionysus: The hangman walks beside me Raw nails to fix the pine Open courts delight, to harrow the grain I...will remind you All of the crimes you love, descend Ahhh men... Ahh...the ghost in the mirror is you The unchanging ghost is you Dark against the hill Shadows wept and then they flew Turned into you Nothing of green ever grew Ahhhh innocent blood? Ahhhh ignorant love Ahhhh contagious in grief Ahhhh abandoned beliefs The Nysa: Why do we live, why do we die...enslaved?! Dionysus: You...you won't remember Your last...go ask The girl with the grave deep eyes The Nysa, The Maenads, Bacchants: God is dead - angels bow their heads God is dead - angels bow their heads Dionysus: Ride the winter spiral Repeat the course of life When broken thoughts ignite, you will find You! ALL: God is dead God is dead God...is dead Dionysus: The unchanging center is you
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