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Upon my tongue two lovers are swirling
twisting their flesh
The fire burns, I hear them screaming
for all their sins

Everytime I hear them cryin', I cry.
Everytime I feel them smilin', I cry.
I smell their fear, the fear of loss, their pain and the anger
It's a gordian knot, a note of evil souls, it's pure satanic

Only Death tear apart the hearts and desires
Till the end they will breathe devotion
Only Death will unmark the eternal fire
Till the end... the Synastry of Heartbeats

We share the same pulse
We are the perfect pair
In our world there is no rush
We give birth to life and despair

Into the void, I'm walking eternally
Holding your hand and pretending how life should be
We are falling; we are fading like a moribund pulsar
These moments are the last ones, this is the Synastry of Heartbeats

Upon my tongue two lovers are yearning
The eternal love
Trapped in Utopia, seeking and dreaming
Ablazed their souls
Upon my tongue two corpses are rotting
for centuries
this smell embodied my thoughts and feelings
into my own coffin

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