| Through vast valleys I wonder
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| To the highest peaks
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| On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
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| In search of God, in spite of man
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| 'til the lost forsaken endless.. .
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| This is where I choose to tread
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| Fall. |
| shall we fall into the nihil?
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| The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
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| In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us Here is the landscape
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| Here is the sun
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| Here in the balance of the earth
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| Where is the god?
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| Has he fallen and abandoned us?
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| As I’m stalked by the shadow of death’s hand
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| The fire in my heart is forged across the land
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| Here at the edge of this world
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| Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
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| If this grand panorama before me is what you call God.. .
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| Then God is not dead
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| I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
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| An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
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| A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away
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| .. .like every hope I’ve ever had.. .
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| .. .like every dream I’ve ever known.. .
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| It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
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| From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea.. .
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| .. .wash away.. .
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| .. .fade away.. .
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| Here is the landscape
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| Here is the sun
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| Here at the edge of the earth
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| Where is the god?
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| Has he fallen to ruin?
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| As I’m stalked by the shadow of death’s hand
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| My heathen pride is scarred across the land |