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Priestess Of MiseryA figure alone in the dying light and the fires have ceased to burn.Lit by the power of human sight now the wheels are beginning to turn. And the storm is allowed to fade to show the path to crawl. The sooner we sail out inside. You’ll feel it, a sign. Wind swept, heavenly. Priestess of misery. A woman alone, it’s a cold grey light and she shines like I’ve never known. The blood creeps up in to my throat with a feeling that’s not my own. It’s a long, long way down. So, we turn this tale around. The sooner we sail out inside. You’ll feel it, a sign. Wind swept, heavenly. Priestess of misery. Wind swept, heavenly. Priestess of misery. Freedom is fallacy. Sorrow, reality. We started alone, fire! Alone in the world, Sister. We started alone, fire! We started alone, fire! |