Her Demons
I Shalt Become
It's left to parch... a thirsting man pleads,
(As promises of rain disappear)
His desiccated skin withers...
Your life means nothing to me...
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Intro [Instrumental]
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Outro [Instrumental]
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Winter Lights
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Thorns
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The Tragedie Of Macbeth: Actus Quintus, Scena Quinta
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The Serpent Song
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The Funeral Rain
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Paintings In A Gallery
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Like A Lamb To The Slaughter
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Labyrinthine
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Insects
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In Absentia
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Fragments
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Enstasy (The Theory Of Maxwell's Demon)
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Denial
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A Ritual Killing
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Enstasy (The Theory Of Maxwell\'s Demon)
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Total Perspective Vortex
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Harlow's Vertical Chamber Apparatus
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Ghosts
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