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Through the Gates of Serpithia |
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Beyond the icy thaws and stagnant soils |
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Loe and behold the mighty palace |
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Perched above and beyond all things mortal |
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Gleaming a crest all fathomed splendor |
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Shining above the darkness divine |
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With a ravishing dream, unholy, immortal |
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Encompassing affliction, yet the Gods concede |
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Immaculate ascension for the scribes to see |
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As of and shown by the eyes of Rashor |
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Is it an illusion of the spell of Trantor |
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Thought of and sought after by generations |
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Only to be crushed by ill veneration |
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Quelled and summoned by divisible freedom |
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Embarking on a journey to the Invisible Kingdom |
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In crested and chambered past the tombs of Turill |
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Invested by labor to create the throne of Krill |
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The summon of Drun |
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A princess to guide |
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To fashion Senton |
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The passion of Cron |
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Transparent shadows cover the forgotten passage |
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Illusions to capacitate the channeling forms |
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Voiced in ashes whispered across the mist |
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Shadows of the morrow reflected and trodden |
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So far away yet so inclusive |
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Transcending the tears set a cast |
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Coiled in a universe theatre |
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Astral connection of infinite link |
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Orbital detection to constellate the maze |
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Through the Gates of Serpithia |
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Beyond thee, I see |
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The frail have failed, the strong praise in song |
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Here within the Invisible Kingdom (4X) |