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Boy who stands with choir and sings
With choir and sings, with choir and sings
Oh what happiness it brings
You seem to have an angel’s wings

Boy who stands with choir and sings
With choir and sings, with choir and sings.
Young man who stands apart and weeps
Apart and weeps, apart and weeps

Tell me of the sadness that thou keeps
Forever gone your singing voice
No more to sing with angels, you have no choice
Young man who stands apart and weeps

Apart and weeps, apart and weeps.
Young man who watches ticking clocks
Ticking clocks, ticking clocks
Who takes apart and studies locks

On a sort of life your hand nearly knocks
Young man who watches ticking clocks
Ticking clocks, ticking clocks.
Now man who sits alone and cries

Alone and cries, alone and cries
What within you gasps and dies?
To mortal man you’re losing your ties
Now man who sits alone and cries

Alone and cries, alone and cries.
Oh lost man to whom I now beseech
Now beseech, now beseech
You’re not yet beyond Heaven’s reach

Yet you drink in evil like a leech

Oh lost man to whom I now beseech
Now beseech, now beseech.
Shadowed man, what is this guise?

Is this guise, is this guise?
Your lipless mouth and lidless eyes
Do you not yourself despise?
Shadowed man, what is this guise?

Is this guise, is this guise?
Dark man can you hear the bell?
Hear the bell, hear the bell?
Your soul’s last despairing knell

Your soul to Satan you did sell
Dark man can you hear the bell?
Hear the bell, hear the bell?
Oh man, in you burns Hell’s fires

Burns Hell’s fires, burns Hell’s fires
Your soul entrenched in Evil’s mires
Thy wicked deeds shalt be thy pyres
Oh man, in you burns Hell’s fires

Burns Hell’s fires, burns Hell’s fires.
Deathless, thou cannot die
Cannot die, cannot die
But will remain stuck in a "life” that’s a lie

Is it worth it, what your soul did buy?
Deathless, thou cannot die
Cannot die, cannot die.
You wicked thing that you’ve become

Other’s pain is now your fun
How can you think that you have won?
Do you know what you have done?
Your fate must seem a wicked pun

But from your doom you cannot run.
No peace nor rest shalt thee ever find
Nor pity in an angel’s eyes
No love in a human heart

Because with your soul you were willing to part.
No mercy shall come at your wretched pleas
Nothing will light your darkened seas
No solace shall ever come to you nigh

And doomed you are to never cry.
Thou who consorts with evil
Who distorts order with upheaval
Yourself shalt be thy eternal foe

For yours is only a tale of woe.
You made your choice
Your actions hold true
And I can only ask What have you done,
To you?

 

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