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Omen - Hellsaw |
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Once we wanderes through plains |
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Bleak their sight |
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Once we wanderes through mires |
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Enigmatic what they hold |
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In this land a wind was blowing |
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Fresh and full of power |
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We believed in giving and taking |
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Not only did we honour we lived |
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Fresh meadows covered the new |
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Ripe crops were taken with respect |
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Life |
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Now we wander through plains |
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Barren their sight |
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Now we wander through mires |
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Hard as stone |
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Lost seems to be the understanding |
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That we forgot - meaningless |
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More than just a work |
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Less than a chapter of truth |
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The wind will put us in our place |
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Cold repulsion - death |