| The bones of the ancients
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| Lay silent in the dust
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| Entwined with the remains
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| Of the resistance
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| I stood somber amidst the remnants
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| Of a war fought in vein
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| As I look upon their bones
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| I knew it was my time
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| In the absence of the sun
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| I stood somber amidst the storm
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| And witnessed the aftermath of heresy
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| And the fall of the divine
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| My eyes transfixed upon a distant shape
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| Glowing, drawing ever closer
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| I watched as the shape drew near
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| And my eyes turned into a demon
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| He stopped in his tracks before me
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| Upon his head laid a crown of fire
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| The flames flickered as his eyes met mine
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| We stood motionless in the storm and he spoke to me
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| I’ve seen all that is to be seen
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| I’ve heard all that is to be heard
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| I am all knowing but still I am empty
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| I’m so empty
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| He forged this crown from the flame of mankind
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| But the sadness of the world lay heavy on his brow
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| He can no longer bear the burden of humanity
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| The bones of the ancients
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| Lay silent in the dust
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| Entwined with the remains
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| Of the resistance
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| I stood somber amidst the remnants
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| Of a war fought in vain
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| As I look upon their bones
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| I knew it was my time
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| Right before my eyes
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| The demon turned to ash upon the snow
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| I took the crown
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| As the winds took his remains to the sky
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| The wolves gather around me
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| Howling black lullabies
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| Their songs enslaves
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| Even the strongest of man in sleep
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| As we slumber the snow erases us
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| Wiping clean the slates of time
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| Witnessing the end of the world we know
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| Wiping clean our existence
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| In the absence of the sun
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| I stood up somber amidst the storm
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| The crown of hell laid heavy upon my head
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| As the world fell into the black slumber
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| The black slumber |