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And A Seraphim Cries (Blood Has Been Shed)

now with my voice I call your name and with those hands I reach for you this search is over I covet your taste you are the gift I have longed for beautiful dreamer sleep eternal and dream of me a face that follows a face that haunts deprivation awaits but still I ignore what exhumes and destroys my trust and I walk this precipice and I fear the fall and the two intertwine there is nothing but you and I be still for I am now your god fall into my arms and weep for me your dying breath a song of love remember me this body means nothing my only sin was the longing every object so fleeting you were chosen you were special I pray for innocence you were chosen you were special and once again the hunger begins anew and there is blood on my hands