Lux Occulta - Breathe Out


This the last hour of the carnival 
I dance, I dance though it hurts 
Hangman’s rope suits well 
Every gentleman 
Madam, you look charming 
In the necklace of blood 

People say there’s a day after 
Every night 
People say there’s sun 
Behind these clouds 
What a relief 
I’ll drink to that 
Pour me a glass of poisoned

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