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Woeful wraith, obscured in veils of stalking night |
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Once again, reliving the final fragments of a bygone dream |
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Too long, you have languished in this desolate place |
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Perdition of your soul, suffer now forevermore |
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With a glance that turned my heart - blood to frost |
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She descended each stair with unearthly grace |
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The dust-ridden scent of abandoned tombs, like perfume |
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Awakened by an unrevealed longing, perhaps to live again |
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Free from the pains of mortality, the vast unknown |
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The frail dreams of life buried deep beneath the confinements of earth |
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Sleep again, restless Eidolon |
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Return to non-existence, tranquillity in the silence of coffins |
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Your eyes of misted glass |
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Mesmerise and who but I drawn forward |
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Lost in a reverie of tears |
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With a voice long forsaken |
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A promise of eternal bliss was spoken |
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Turning away from that aura of coldest intent |
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For I saw nothingness: A blackest chasm of despair |
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And yet I still covet thee |
