| Our hollow bones, mere flutes to the wind
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| Once learnt, all roads lead to ruin
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| Pathways they become overgrown
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| We all once bow to the same tone
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| Shreds of will and shreds of faith
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| Devoured by rust are blade and plate
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| The night’s hunger for dying light
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| Draws to shadows the remains of life
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| Fading the echo of eight hoove’s gait
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| Ears stay deaf to every new tale
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| In birth we are draped in death’s grey veil
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| Forced to follow the shadowed trail
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| Return to earth to dream and decay
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| Forget this march of fear and fey
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| For soon your strength will fail and break
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| Soon your life’s weak flame shall fade |