| Tides of October washed over me again
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| Like a choir of whispers that wakes in me as the dark arrives
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| Year after year, building my black coffins under falling leaves
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| With rusted nails, among the rusted trees
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| And I cannot hide
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| These chariots of flames and shades that light the night, I cannot hide!
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| These thoughts that broke the silence, like thunder in my mind
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| My hands of demons and words of saints
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| In the end they all will remember
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| As I ride this madness and drag these coffins
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| These coffins of November
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| Like an echo in this valley that I walk, I chant out the weakness
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| Like a cathedral of souls so lost, my heart always reminds me
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| Of those piercing eyes like diamonds, like dying embers in the night
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| When I lay down with my ghosts, who drag me away from the light
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| These chariots of flames and shades that light the night, I cannot hide!
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| These thoughts that broke the silence, like thunder in my mind
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| My hands of demons and words of saints
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| In the end they all will remember
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| As I ride this madness and drag these coffins
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| These coffins of November
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| Raindrops on my shallow grave, where I listen still and quiet
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| Scared to breathe and wake those thoughts
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| To wake the curse in, me again
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| These coffins in the woods
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| These wooden sanctuaries from the world
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| I can’t hide any longer, from this coming darkness
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| This killing season of the mind
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| This killing season of the mind
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| The dark that flames the fires in my eyes
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| Is the light that guides me through the night
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| I build these walls to save them
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| Tonight I count these coffins, five caskets open wide |