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Solitude Aeturnus |
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Beyond The Crimson Horizon |
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Seeds Of The Desolate |
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Shifting silent shades |
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of seething thoughts abroad |
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Amuck in shallow graves |
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not of solid Earth |
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Silhouette charades |
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of cascading shattered walls |
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Confusing conscience craves |
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but we must not fall ... |
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At the first sign of light |
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We approached the once closed door |
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A gaping hole to that beyond |
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Where men should go no more |
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Descending stairs of icy stone |
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Carved by man himself |
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We built these frigid cavern halls |
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Where limbonic lives have crept |
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Chorus: |
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The seeds of the desolate |
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Sown in the blood of ourselves |
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The seeds of the desolate |
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Have we forever failed? |
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We stepped into that swallowing void |
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Exchanging life for death |
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Descending downward ever intent |
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Taking life from our fellow man |
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I speak to fragile forms in moving mass |
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To men with intent awry |
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To solid forms of Earthen mind |
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Whose burden equals mine |
