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Back from the Plateau Of Leng |
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To extinguish once again the laughter of the sane |
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Breeding, morbid monsters procreate |
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No overtures of faith will forestall what awaits |
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They've heard your remarks mocking those who fear the dark |
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But though you fein disdain, your tone betrays a question mark |
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Strange & frightful forms seek to be known |
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Dark things beyond the ken of men |
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Trust me, we're not alone! |
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As I write these words I feel their presence more & more, I sense their shadows gather at my door |
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Death means naught to those who sought & paid the price to learn |
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And gained unholy knowledge in return |
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Lead: "The Unreliable Narrator" by Bruss |
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Haunted, I pray to see the dawn |
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Encroaching madness seems foregone |
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This tale I tried to tell will now be my farewell |
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I leave you nothing but this song |
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Two coins to pay Charon... |
