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If wisdom fails me not |
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Aseer misled by omens |
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And wanting caution wise |
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She comes, true prophet with tread |
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Vengeance with hands that bear |
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The might of unity |
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She comes, my child |
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She comes, she comes too soon |
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She shall also come for us she comes |
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The sons of the night, we are, we are |
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She shall also come for us she comes |
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The sons of the night, we are |
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We are the night's desire |
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We bring the widow's deep |
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We are the deep desire |
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We are the sleep |
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We are the night's desire |
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We bring the widow's deep |
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We are the deep desire |
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We are the sleep |
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And through my scabs so new |
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Fearing but not of these dreams |
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That comes with the red of dawn |
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Will not forget for still |
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Wrought out in bronze of old |
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Which laid him low in death |
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Unless it gains its goal |
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This vision, vision of the night |
