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Surrounded by dark and cold stone I am |
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What is this place? What am I doing here? |
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All is silent, all is so still |
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I feel the stones coldness against my back |
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Am I awake or is this a dream? |
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I cannot tell, my eyes see nothing at all |
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Am I alive or is this my death? |
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I feel no wind, nor can I hear any sounds |
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The air is so cold, the air is so damp |
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Oh could it be I am inside my own tomb? |
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Is this the end of my existence? |
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I cannot see; darkness is everywhere |
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Numb by the pain, I try to move |
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From my bed of stone, from this cold lonely vault |
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I must escape, I have to get out |
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Slowly I arise |
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...No memories... |
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Suddenly I see a glimpse of light |
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I slowly move towards the enticing light |
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...The light... |
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So distant and pale blue it glows |
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It seems to fade away before my very eyes |
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...No memories... |
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I walk through the dark |
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I must reach the light |
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Before it disappears into the pitch black |
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That surrounds me |
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Tired steps, stumbling on |
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Through the dark, for the light |
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I'm getting closer |
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I'm almost there |
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Will it reveal the truth? |
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Show me where I am? |
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Bleeding steps, from the dark, finally I am there |
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Out from the dark, into the light |
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I stand outside, feeling the wind on my face |
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My body aches, my mind is tired |
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With fear I gaze on the landscape before my eyes |
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In ruins it lays, a forsaken place |
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A desolate ground under the stars up above |
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In silence I stand, staring alone |
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Into the night sky... |
