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Same |
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Same shapes, same lies |
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That struck in, with pain |
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It |
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ll never change |
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The way to |
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Silent oblivion |
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Of the self |
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Yet |
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Another day is to come |
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Yet |
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Another plan is to come |
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When you stand at the gates |
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Of your own dreams |
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Which take you to the land with no dawn |
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Can't you fell this abyss's appealing |
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Can't you breath the scent of black lotus |
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From the depths of ophidian temple |
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Where you soul stand free |
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In insidious darkness |
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Behold here is a land of despair |
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No time past, horizons lost, nothing dwells |
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But scorched earth, but silence.... |
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It crawls to you |
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In fever & plague |
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It pounds in your chest |
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It penetrates you |
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Liturgies of an extinct world |
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To the blessed |
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Chants of knowledge |
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Mask of fear |
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Haunting Chimerus |
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The gleam in the eye of Seth Yet |
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Another way is to come |
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Yet, |
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Another being is to come |
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When you stand at the gates |
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Of your own dreams |
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Which take you to the land with no Dawn |
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Can't you feel this abyss's appealing |
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Can't you feel that the key is near |
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Wit the promise of an eternity |
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With opened eyes |
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As the spirit leaves the body |
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Enter the Stygian darkness void. |