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As We Move Towards The Sun.
The lady of the serpent, with thunder in her hands.
With fear of retribution, he gives into demands.
The queen of midnight, she never begs no one.
She slides into her role as we move towards the sun.
You'll be stripped of your emotions. Taken down by phantom rain.
Enraptured by her promise, 'til you're frozen in her chains.
Now you've got your warning from those who've gone before.
Now you know the mystery of the sun.
Will you make a stand outside the arrow's row?
With so many eyes around you? By the malice of the crow?
She don't take no prisoners to anyone who comes.
She slides into her role as we move towards the sun.
You'll be moaning out at midnight with the ghost of passion lost.
You'll feel her superstition before you even count the cost.
What you thought that you desired, ain't exactly what it seems.
Now you know the mystery of the sun.
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