| The sky had rustled red
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| The birds grew quiet and fell
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| The day no longer turned
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| Night fell on the world
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| The river ran murky with poison
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| The land was desolate and black
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| The bees had left the valley
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| The orchards were hacked down
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| The huts and castles were deserted
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| The dusty roads were crowded
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| In another direction I ran
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| Through a deep crack in the mountain I slipped
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| Descended into the otherworld
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| Through a deep crack in the mountain I slipped
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| Into dark death in Manala’s stream I dove
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| I was carried by the rapids
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| And my blood began to rush
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| Then the river turned into a vein
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| The vein into a crimson hall
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| And on its walls flicker the pictures
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| Of our world, eternally dancing
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| The hall pealed and rumble
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| Through a deep crack in the mountain I slipped
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| Descended into the otherworld
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| Through a deep crack in the mountain I slipped
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| Into dark death in Manala’s stream I dove
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| And on its walls flicker the pictures
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| Of our world, eternally dancing
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| The hall pealed and rumble
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| For deep down in the mountain of time
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| They painted out our lives
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| Songs of triumph silenced
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| Faded and died
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| Through a deep crack in the mountain I slipped
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| Descended into the otherworld
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| Through a deep crack in the mountain I slipped
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| Into dark death in Manala’s stream I dove |