| Lost in the haze of infinity
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| Far from where once before I succumbed
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| To praise his name in the
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| Radiancy of the crimson pyres
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| Destroyed is the corporeal frame
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| Washed away
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| Is my dust with the rain
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| And yet I
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| Shall walk the earth again
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| For I am
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| Agonizing but can’t die
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| Abide a thousand lives
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| You’ll slaughtered be again
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| Forsake the blind belief and then
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| Broken will be this chain
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| And eternal silence sings to sleep
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| Effaces odium and vehemence
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| While unweaving my doomed
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| Consciousness slowly thread by thread, so
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| I embrace the grief with dead passion
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| Saving it is my last obsession
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| Yes I want
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| These wounds to be resurrected
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| With splinters of oblivion
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| Turn now to him
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| Behold his true face
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| Do not withdraw the eyes
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| And he won’t hold your gaze
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| Abide a thousand lives
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| You’ll slaughtered be again
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| Forsake the blind belief and then
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| Broken will be this chain
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| Lost in the haze of infinity
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| Where obscureness alone was my guide
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| My optophobic dreams now have come
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| To the very end, thus
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| Nevermore will my blood fill his fount
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| What was lost
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| Will not ever be found
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| I perceive
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| He does not have power
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| And therefore he cannot abolish me
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| While entrusting yourself to the whispering abyss
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| You’ll depart from the world of dying shades
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| Turn now to him
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| Behold his true face
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| Do not withdraw the eyes
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| And he won’t hold your gaze
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| And when barely discernible vestiges
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| Of his spirit faded away
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| I winced, and when I winced
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| I found myself dreaming within
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| Another dream and desperation moved
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| Onto me as if I’ve penetrated into the heart of darkness |