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Silence robs the mob its doctrine |
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While fictitious laughter, grievous halls triumphant foe |
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Pointing fingers all acusing |
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Fading dust of ages into a night of stone |
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Whispers Solace, vae victis |
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Can you spare immortal tears? |
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Whispers Solace, vae victis |
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Its murmur echoed far and near |
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Ever watchful fire breathing |
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Its orphaned children drink from the empty wells of faith |
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In unknown lair awaits the ember |
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Y Draig Goch forceful spreads its golden wings |
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Can you spare immortal tears? |
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Its murmur echoed far and near |
