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What did close in here? |
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I can't remember ever shedding tears o'spite |
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On this ground, cropping up the fatal frontline |
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Like a soot-blackened palisade yet |
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Impelled, void and abulic |
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Legions delineate an ominous skyline |
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As lifeless demons without soul |
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These insentient hosts abide |
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Engulfing war monger get away from here! |
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Trod ye the path of vast deceit? |
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Every piece of evidence was a lie |
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The war, the threat's a hyping fake |
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To move figures on the board! |
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Stain Bibracte's ground! |
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What do you see in me? |
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Do you breathe-in dreams? |
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What spurred you to come here? |
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An oneiric picture of being... |
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Like disaffected legions taken, lure |
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I wonder what lies, what threat or promise |
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Persuaded them to leave their home that far away |
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...did they really know? |
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As the carnyx roared aloud |
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I quaked not, yet just asked myself |
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How their hearts took the bait, |
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These sweetened words of bitter essence |
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Face to face with nameless foes |
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Scorching words, unspoken lorn |
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Unheard quests remain the ashes of the dead |
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Forsooth we'll bear the brunt |
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Upright in life or in death |
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Yet still the countless cries echo |
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In silenced caves of nothing |