| Will you follow the curse of a baneful sorrow?
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| Beyond milestones of death. |
| To insatiable oblivion
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| To the end of it all. |
| Will you follow?
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| Spell a word that shall befall
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| With a gleaming light of the leaden dawn
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| In a sudden rush her heart still beats
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| A lamented jewel buried deep in tragedies
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| With all hatred it could keep,
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| Bleeding so painfully
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| In vain she blamed the Lord and cried
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| Her prayers despised by tacit saints
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| Fed up with a tongue of blasphemy,
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| Her weakening sighs will end in agony
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| Oh, hapless Fate of all mankind
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| When darkness calls a day
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| In its ending serenade,
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| Again she awakes
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| To take a sorrowful fate of the mourner
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| In every dawn I see
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| A pale figure appear,
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| To disastrous chaos dragging me down
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| Towards the mist I step
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| In dissonant sanity
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| Blazing damnation of a sufferer,
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| In vague blackness haunting me,
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| Enraging howling whistlers of death
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| Stealing terror upon me,
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| The shining vision solidified
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| Razored reality
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| Enraged howling whistlers of death
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| Silent winds whistle
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| My own disease
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| I’ve seen a vision flickering
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| And the beauty of its stillness
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| From a lifelike breath I could hear a sigh
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| Then she dropped a tear
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| Like she was alive
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| Towards the curse
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| Now
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| The gates of everlasting sleep stood wide
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| Beneath the gale and waterline
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| She made a step to the frozen land,
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| Where silent winds whistle death
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| Light upon us, haze around us
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| Light upon us descends
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| And you’re so fragile melting in my arms,
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| A vision ethereal
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| The morning fades in tranquil harmonies
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| A dancing shade slips through my hands
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| To the untrodden path
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| Where still immortals stand
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| A serene shelter for their eternal rest
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| A hardly beating heart I hear
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| In a whistler’s melody
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| Oh, my mind can yield
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| A wanderer of the lonely sea
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| To serenade my woes away
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| A grey fog breaks the dawn
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| In stirring madness of the blusterous sea
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| By storming winds
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| Her sleep disturbed. |
| Disrupted
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| She’s still horrified
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| And tightened to the deck
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| Oh, how I wish she was alive
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| Once dashed ashore a fair maid
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| Far off and desolate
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| Her drifting corpse of chaos made
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| To return to life no more
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| In deep poisonous salted waters
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| Into the void
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| And then I saw utter destruction of a visible form
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| Scorched, wrecked and torn
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| That fog dispelled upon the shore
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| Again your body laid frozen
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| No more my breath could thaw your soul
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| Each dawn I open my eyes and sigh for you |