Theatre Of Ice - Regions Of The Night Lyrics

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By crooked moon and waining starlight 
In the blood-red thickening twilight 
I find myself upon a path bathed in gloom 
That has no end except the tomb 
With eyes cast upward I'll give no thought of hell 
But if there are gods are there not devils as well 
Hiding somewhere in the flickering screens 
That fill my mind like erotic dreams 
Forget not the legends of old 
The stories of hell that your elders have told 
For they are without a doubt all quite real 
There is a devil and your soul he will steal 

I lay my brain before the flickering screen 
And shutter as i watch the silent screams 
In the distance hear I the monsters call 
They're searching now for living dolls 
I search for a place amoungst the thorns to pray 
Perchance to contemplate the dying of the day 
But there is no solace for me to find 
For I am nothing but ruins of a mind 
Forget not the legends of old 
The stories of hell that your elders have told 
For they are without a doubt all quite real 
There is a devil and your soul he will steal

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lyrics submitted by MALCOM BLISS