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From Towers Of Sleep , Down Coiled Steps |
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I slowly descend to my oneiric dungeons |
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Knowing that I walk to meet my shadow |
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And greet pure anguish, pure desecration. |
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I reach an alcove lit by a strange moon, |
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Where a familiar body lies on the ground. |
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What secrets have brought me here? |
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(Only the breathing trees can know...) |
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The crystal vision shatters into reflections of frozen blood |
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As the knife in my hand reveals the final moment |
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(...in the forest, you will die...) |
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And the dead rejoice with glee, |
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For the night has bestowed their coldness in me! |