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Saint-like reformed carrions Hidden like the beast from beauty and mankind Tortured save the queen all time Its the opera everyone begs for the phantom to come Seran for other their acts Tasted once or twice though exist till now Blessed are those who transcended Like the flowers turn to sun they turned to moonlight Dont look for the sun in midnight!!!! Pawns in a chessboard fake but not dead Smashed our tiny lands Aus Songtexte Mania