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Symphonic Metal: Dark & Beautiful VIII
Disc 1
01. Magic Forest
02. Death Does Us Part
03. Inner Force
04. Stardust
05. Nightfall
06. The Awakening
07. Inception
08. The Great Pretender
09. Symphony of the Night
10. Don’t Stop Killing Me
11. Antiadore
Disc 2
01. Last of the Living Dead
02. Night on Earth
03. Tannenberg
04. Magic Dragon
05. Love Terrorists
06. Cave Behind the Waterfall
07. Solve Me
08. The Lights of Thebe
09. Axis Mundi
10. The Death of Hours
11. Master of the Waves
I feel these needles in my skin like savage wrath
She holds me in her arms I'm drifting in the dark
This fever of my heart this burning fever drag
Every breath I take will make you hunt me more
I have no tongue to scream
My eyes deluded black

Symphony of the night
Are we leaving tonight
Am I aching to love you in the night
You and I
Symphony of the night

You feel these needles in your skin like savage wrath
I hold her in my arms she's drifting somewhere in the dark
This fever of her heart this burning fever drag
She has no tongue to speak

Are we living to die
Carmilla all your rage will turn into sweet love
Are we living to die
Am I here just to be your sacrifice
Symphony of the night
(Symphony of the night)
Are we living to die
Am I here just to be your sacrifice
Symphony of the night
(Symphony of the night)

You sense the coldness of your skin like icy glass
You feel your empty shadow like a faint painful call
They pass inside my wounded soul like mortal love
Hold me in my darkest hour
Are we living to die

Thine earth now springs, mine faded

Are we living to die
Am I here just to be your sacrifice
Symphony of the night
(Symphony of the night)

Are we living to die
Am I here just to be your sacrifice
Symphony of the night
(Symphony of the night)

Are we living to die
Am I here just to be your sacrifice
Symphony of the night
(Symphony of the night)

Are we living to die
Am I aching to love you in the night
You and I
Symphony of the night
(Symphony of the night)

You feel these needles in your skin like savage wrath
I hold her in my arms she's drifting somewhere in the dark
This fever of her heart this burning fever drag
She has no tongue to speak

Symphony of the night