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Stub towers in the distance |
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Riders cross the blasted moor against the horizon |
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Fickle promises of treaty |
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Fatal harbingers of war, futile orisons |
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Swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase |
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This surge across the marshy mud landscape |
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Until the meaning is forgotten |
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Hood masks the eager face |
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Skin stretched and sallow |
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Headlong into the chilling night |
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As swift as any arrow |
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Feet against the flagstones |
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Fingers scrabbling at the lock, craving protection |
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Sanctuary croaks a voice |
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Half-strangled by the shock of its rejection |
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Shot the bolt in the wall, rusted the key |
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Now the echoes of all frightful memory |
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Intrude in the silence |
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What a crawl against the slope |
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Dark loom the gallows |
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One touch to the chapel door |
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How swiftly comes the arrow |
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Compassion you plead, as though they kept it in a box |
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Well, that's long since been empty |
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I'd like to help you somehow but |
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I'm in the self-same spot |
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My condition exempts me |
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We are all on the run on our knees |
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The sundial draws a line upon eternity |
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Across every number |
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How long the time seems |
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How dark the shadow |
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How straight the eagle flies |
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How straight towards his arrow |
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How long the night is |
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Why is this passage so narrow? |
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How strange my body feels |
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Impaled upon the arrow |
