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The Moonlight shattered across the breaking waves |
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In the distance the dark clouds swell and grow... |
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As the storm approaches |
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The rain starts to create a haze of sorrow |
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Its soft sound breaking the eerie silence before the darkness |
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As the wind picks up rotten dead leaves |
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Bushing against my face, |
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Dead and frail like this broken shell |
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They disintegrate into oblivion |
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This night of never ending turmoil |
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This storm of distorted time |
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The hunger for the end |
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Yet the strength to go on |
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To be one with the storm and all its destructive force |
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To be one with all that is and was |
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All that destroys thus created |
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The blood in our veins that has been passed on since the first dawn |
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And the dusk that takes our breath away |
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Feeding the blackness in our hearts |
