| The great sun sinks dragging all knowledge down
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| Unhallowed chants of the enemy now rise from below
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| Iniquity, my dearest friend
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| Down and down you help me fall
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| There folly floods over flesh
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| Becoming an entity of horror
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| Shall desolation be the fate of mine?
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| Will future declare me a being of scorn?
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| Yes I have fallen, but only to rise
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| This desolate existence to be lifted beyond skies
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| From dry earth this body came
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| To now in same dust remain
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| In body spirit does dwell
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| Formed and placed in mortal shell
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| I once heard of a place so pure
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| With symphonic winds from each corner of earth
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| An ocean of light, with rainfall of stars
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| Shining waters below be like land under feet
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| Within those ancient waters I will see the face of immortality
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| Then it comes wave after wave and washes over me
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| One thousand years, one thousand voices
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| Are not enough to utter the greatness of what has become
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| From dry earth this body came
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| To now in same dust remain
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| In body spirit does dwell
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| Formed and placed in mortal shell
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| All else is washed away
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| As I am ensorcelled by you oceans of lustre
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| You forest leaves how you dance in midwinter air
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| You meadows of tranquility
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| Each hour brings forth new wonder
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| And you stars of night scattered across the sky
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| The tale you tell shall live beyond all generations |