| Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury!
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| Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the earth
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| Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke?
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| Thus many went astray at once
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| The others wandered hazardously though endless mazes
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| The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright
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| And very few horrors in the world could match in terror
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| The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom
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| Thy bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh
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| Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water
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| They bend their tongues for this divine balm
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| Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste
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| The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance
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| A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odors
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| Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise
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| Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and lose substance
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| Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom
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| The other worlds on high sent us a harbinger
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| Ignis ardéns — He breathed on them
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| And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost
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| Assailli par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphenes célestes
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| On se recueillait dans le silence de son depart |