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Take them from us, the pitiful ones |
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Pleading for bleak light's return... betrayed by impending dusk |
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Finding no solace in the deeply lowering gloom |
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They travel the path of the condemned in silent horror |
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Onward into the unspeakable, no savior awaits in forgiveness |
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Lead us unto ruin, devourer of hope |
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In night's solemn presence |
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The accursed procession approaches their destiny |
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Fields in neglect; unconsecrated by blood and monumental agony |
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Behold, crosses for the dead |
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Their distorted shadows forewarn the tragedy |
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The lurking fear tightens with each labored breath |
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May we curse the gods in our final hour; the ones they have abandoned |
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The dead and the dying; all sought in vain their own divine rescue |
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Begin the mortification of flesh, limbs transfixed upon wooded stakes |
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Extinction of thy very being; |
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Hammerfalls resound through the gently sloping hills... |
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Burn the dead now; let the ashes scatter without remembrance |
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As those without hope, forgotten in eternity |
