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"The light grew old |
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And the hour itself reeked of pure finality..." |
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The air was still, breathing unease |
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Of oblivion's glacial release |
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And a promise of gravecold serenity |
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Among the lost, the tombless few |
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Granted a sight, a perfect view |
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To feast our eyes on a world scale demise |
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For what were we if not mere flies |
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Upon a storm bound to arise |
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Set to unfold from the very tomb of time |
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I witnessed the death of the tyrant |
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Sans fear beheld the fading light |
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Bereft and left for the death to take us |
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'Cross distances unseen |
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To worlds beyond this ether |
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On the broken wings of a dream |
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For the hour is upon us |
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Cimmerian night unveiled |
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And all shall be redone |
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Where past creators failed |
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Lay down and embrace the deathlong sleep |
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For time has come for this crop to be reaped |
