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The strike of midnight |
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All is silent, all is Hell |
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The dream evades us |
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In this endless nightmare cell |
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The stones lie forsaken |
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Only shadows here collide |
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Once more the world has turned |
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And left its children aside |
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"Even the crows have long since fled these tombstones..." |
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The crows have long since fled these tombstones |
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No fresh meat left for the beasts of the earth |
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Our throes have led us to new dimensions (of death) |
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Further away each day from joy and mirth |
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Lightless is the path, on this forlorn trail |
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Bleak are the days, full of death and travail |
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After battles lost that no one won |
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Still cold beneath the Sun |
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Our woes have long since fled these tombstones |
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The last signs of life left on this earth |
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Echoes resounding through empty halls and thrones |
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Deeper each day into our monstrous birth |
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"Further away from joy and mirth |
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Deeper into the arms of this monstrous birth..." |
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Despite the promise of fire |
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Still cold beneath the Sun |
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Depths of this Hell transpired |
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Our salvation remains undone |