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This place holds within its |
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walls a profane legacy its sickening |
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my soul a monument to darker ages |
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behold two thousand years we burn the memory. |
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twas such a beautiful site |
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the flames wrought |
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tears from my eyes |
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to the beating of my dreadful heart peering |
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into the dark to the dungeons of her hope. |
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thine is this portion of |
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my flesh will you wreak |
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your sorrow on me forevermore |
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on this sombre starless night you've |
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wandered from the safety |
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of thy nightly shores. |
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From the cold tombs heart |
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the spectre washes |
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away we overturn the graves of gods who told lies. |
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i feel as if time has fallen deathly |
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still my passions my sorrows mere |
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memories of a life past but I've come |
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to far to just walk away |
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from my empire the ashes from |
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the fire still litter the earth |
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in my wake an infinite sadness |
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towards finite endings |
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blessings from below curses to the above |
