| …A starlit path
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| Leads me to a darker place
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| Which shall reveal to me its true face
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| Its mask it wore too long…
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| Of grotesque forests and ancient trees
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| Grinning faces carved in wood
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| The scars of time mark their shadows
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| Yet young in an infinite way they stood
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| Unveiling the essence of majesty and pride
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| As if it was a strange mist over all land
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| Which flees with the rays of a new dawn
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| Still knowing that it will be overruled by a new night
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| Is it melancholy that is lurking behind every stone
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| The subtle embodiment of yearning and death
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| Overshadowing life like a night so eternal
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| Causing all meaning to cease, so it seems
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| Or shaping a new state of perception and dreams
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| Craving to dethrone all elements
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| That in perilous ways hide and cloak
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| Grinning invincible, darkness impenetrable
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| Yet drowning in knowing its fate
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| That once the true essence will be unveiled
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| …Like the rays of a new dawn
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| Yet night is the hunter for all… |