| The parchment of my flesh must break
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| The winter winds my soul doth take
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| And all beneath the heavens lies in peace
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| A world will form and fade away
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| The crystal dawn of the final day
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| Breaks upon the shores of death’s release
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| Bring me my flesh and blood
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| On land, the sky, the sea
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| And light a raging fire upon the hearth
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| Gather round 'neath the cloak of time
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| And drink a toast to these
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| Our final days upon this earth
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| We made the deserts from the gardens of our youth
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| We spewed our blackened hearts into the sea
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| Through darkened skies and poisoned clouds
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| We blindly grope for truth
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| We couldn’t see the forest for the trees
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| To my wretched son I leave this gun
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| To slaughter all your race
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| For this, the beast you have become
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| I have no longer taste
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| And daughter fair with burning hair
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| The swamp of life be thine
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| And watch as e’en the great will mate
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| With the lowliest of swine
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| To breed the sons, the greed and scum
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| Of this your ravaged land
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| All my estates, both small and great
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| Shall fall beneath your hand |