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Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain . So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above onto me? For once upon a time On the binds of your loneliness I could always find the slot for your sacred key.