| Six roses of damnation
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| Thorns of oblivion, dreams unfold
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| Stars enlighten a darkened sky
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| Like reminders of ancient stories, still untold
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| As shadows dance through the landscape
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| The dreamy spires now grow bold
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| Like statues of gods once fighting autumn wars
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| The remains shaped in purest gold
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| Silver is the eye that sees it all
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| Reflecting its light on marbled stone
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| The beauty of night oppresses his thoughts
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| At once an eclipse darkens the halls
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| He wanders beyond the gates to their kingdom
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| Through cemetaries of dismal dreams and misery
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| The snow-covered mountains, so dark and cold
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| Lay hidden in the silence of a deathlike eternity
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| The smell of passion and gloomy romanticism
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| Laying over the dusk-filled gardens:
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| Gardens drenched in the colours of temptation
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| But hidden in the music of the dead
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| The wanderer goes on and on
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| His kingdom will never be theirs, never
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| In bittersweet desire, grim and everlasting
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| Through all times he wanders, alone and forever…
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| Wandering Cirith Gorgor
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| Walking the path to Gorgoroth
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| Wandering Cirith Gorgor
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| Walking the path of the dead |