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I anchored my heart into the depths of this sea, with this ship made out of fears. Its crew plagued with the curse that comes with the daylight, and pours its black flood on me when the night arrives. On this sinking hearse I stand made of bones, blood and horns. Sails of this ghost ship left at the mercy of these storms. I tore the demons out of me but the night always brought them back. They painted my skin with their shadows, and cut me with their blades. I was drowned under their will until I knelt like a sheep under wolves' eyes. They made me stare straight into the fire until I heard all the cries of pain in the aether. But in the flame I saw myself burned alive, Songtexteburned alive with her. Please save me, Saint Peter! On this sinking hearse I stand made of bones, blood and horns. Sails of this ghost ship left at the mercy of these storms. Flags ripped apart by the winds that felt like thorns. No land and no home in sight, I am abandoned by the light. The purest form of pain, my heart pulled apart by ebony horses unaware of their powers. Gentle in their calmness until their eyes lit up like the fires of Hell, or was it just a reflection of mine? On this sinking hearse I stand made of bones, blood and horns. Sails of this ghost ship left at the mercy of these storms. Flags ripped apart by the winds that felt like thorns. No land and no home in sight, I am abandoned by the light. Aus Songtexte Mania