| Part the shadow, the chasm and the
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| Night. |
| Within the ancient Saldor
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| Their awed voices are heard. |
| Within the ruins
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| They are echoing off the walls as reflections
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| Of past saturnine deeds
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| Rituals scarred subtle worlds into existence
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| And carried us into a magical substantiality
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| When in elder ruins silence breaches the wind
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| The reminiscence and the spirit awakens, bare
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| Ground lays its hearing upon the earths tersareth
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| Deafening its centenary droning beat, a
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| Timeless tone, an elegy of melancholy, born
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| Out of nightly died away choirs
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| Accompanied by a necromantic heartfelt groan
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| Hoary wisdom rises from perpetual devotion
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| Heaving a ceremonial sigh of resurrection
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| Part the shadow, the abyss and the night
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| Within the ancient Saldor their unwritten
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| Words are heard. |
| Within the ruins they
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| Are echoing off the walls on cosmic paths
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| Through times forlorn
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| Past rituals wove subtle worlds into existence
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| And carried them into a magical substantiality |