| Voice of the Shadow of Beauty — Friden
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| Voice of the Shadow of Darkness — Sundin
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| Shadows play — in my wilderness'
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| mindscape they seek;
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| One spiteful and wicked,
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| one humble and meek
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| A windswept pale landscape
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| of edified thought
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| Two frictional forces
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| a triad have brought
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| Woven within me, the aerial mist sink falling,
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| slowly traversing the atmosphere calling
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| A soft breeze whispers slowly
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| in the valley in my mind
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| And its breath, both foul and holy
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| is like the deer to a dying hind;
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| Wordless — yet in soul so true
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| Nameless — yet it lives in you
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| Shapeless — like the purity of pain
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| Lawful — when all fear is slain
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| One shadow of beauty, caressing the flowers
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| The paleness of winter reflects in her eyes
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| Deity of stardom, Enticer of stardoom
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| maternal — eternal, blinded by visions
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| Serenity fades with the darkening of skies
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| of sunlight nocturnal
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| One shadow of Darkness, a shade of deep hate
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| A wanderer’s spectre with fury ablaze
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| In sheets of sharp silver laid youthful to die
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| reborn into vengeance, dark flames dance in grace
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| Dark flames dance in grace
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| the grace of Storms
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| One shadow of beauty,
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| One shadow of darkness,
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| Sailing free on the seas within my mind
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| Surging dark oceans — perpetual waters
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| Creator of life and reclaimer of souls
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| Mother Ocean!
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| Watching the deep fjords uneasily moving
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| Whipping the white waves towards the cold air
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| Rising like swans in a sacred, sudden motion
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| A cascade of lost feathers adrift on the sea
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| Hark!
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| A serenade in the tongue of the wind…
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| The sight of Centuries, so sonorous in the bower,
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| hovering further athwart a leafy cower
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| A shelter for those whose time’s wind make them wither
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| And therefore they chose to guide this time-wind hither
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| Alas, in tune with the tide of time
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| I was,
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| but I’m not,
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| nor I’ll be with its pride
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| Yes, aeons have flown
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| but more is to come
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| For I know time;
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| a friend I greet with open arms
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| — a brotherhood of deadly harm
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| …and joy
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| But time is not eternal, their life-stars not immortal
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| Setting souls can never pass through the pearly portal
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| No bliss be given… nor joy
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| Flowing down the gates of Hell
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| — FIRE!
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| I cry for you…
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| Don’t spill your tears for me but for your kit and kin;
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| My scions of light?
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| Depraved of the lust and the treasure of pleasure
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| which is fuel of life and glory
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| Silent your dark desires within entirety’s light
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| Solitude… Sanctity…Sanctuary…Sanctum
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| …Tranquility
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| Hear me,
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| You who hold the fate of stars in hand,
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| before Creation’s eye I stand,
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| my soul set free in Summerland!
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| Mighty the strands of the universe
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| A chaosvoid’s tomb of dead worlds
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| Hark! |
| What?
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| Divinity flows in your heart,
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| cat it alight — the seed of all art
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| Slowly reborn from a sunless state of mind
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| Silent, your fool!
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| Thine words are untrue
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| — remember Endymion’s crestfallen tears
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| Serene art the gods, yet pain is their way
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| He touched by the heavens, his hellfire nears
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| Free now your heavenly body of air!
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| Come bathe in the rays of the all-seeing one,
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| holding the fate of all life in both hands;
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| Breathing new life-force like goldmade from sand
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| My winged steed of moonlight,
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| black stallion of Thunder
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| We rode above the greenish Earth
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| and tore the green asunder
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| But what you left bleeding
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| Destroyed a soulforsaken world
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| And your deeds of sharp silver
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| Decoyed a mindforsaken herd
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| A duet of shadows, a duet of thoughts;
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| Of beings we feed with the dust of our thoughts
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| Residing within us, the twofold wheel of life
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| Of insight created: a triad of Jewels
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| (A thin leaf of the life-tree's truth) |