| Prince of the light
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| From your hide
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| Woke up this night
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| Your space is tight
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| Flashed his bright eyes,
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| Scorching the ice
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| And you keep contracting it
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| Queen of the dark
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| As you wait
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| Lit her black star
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| To be untimed
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| Standing so still,
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| Dark eyes reveal
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| You’re losing your time
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| Circles in air,
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| You’ll turn a page
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| Creatures in lairs
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| To dusk of age
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| And aspid sun
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| Rise from nowhere…
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| And nothingness fills the void
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| My prophesy
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| But in this void
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| Your destiny
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| You’ll not avoid
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| Dying in gloom
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| In nameless tomb
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| Grief, unwelcome grief
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| Grief rising grief, has not my preference been
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| Already great and strong enough? |
| But still
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| Though it’s increased, its glory is your ill,
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| And woes in you, afresh from woes begin
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| The liquid eye
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| Your emptiness
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| Of scarlet sun
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| Cause for distress
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| Dusk of the age,
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| Long spiral ledge
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| Pained, writhing around your soul
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| Last evening glow,
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| The grief is rage
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| Blinks on the snow
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| Till dusk of age
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| Dark spheres collide
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| In lowering pride…
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| Till burned through last sunset
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| Fear of the light,
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| My rising grief
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| Evil inside
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| Awakes the giant, darkens the night.
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| Fires of doom, creatures of gloom
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| Invading in me, spell of the moon…
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| Grief strikes your severity
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| Though it damages, my grief…
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| Grief rising grief, has not my preference been
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| Already great and strong enough? |
| But still
|
| Though it’s increased, its glory is your ill,
|
| And woes in you, afresh from woes begin
|
| My prophesy,
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| Your emptiness
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| Your destiny
|
| Cause for distress
|
| Dying in gloom
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| In nameless tomb
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| Pained, writhing around your soul
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| His dying bride,
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| But rising grief
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| Her silent groom
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| Like autumn leafs
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| Plaiting with doom,
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| Entire doom…
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| Falling on paths of mind
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| The liquid eye
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| So if you fall
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| Of scarlet sun
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| On a rough floor
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| Dusk of the age,
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| Long spiral ledge
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| You will not broke yourself
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| Last evening glow,
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| And in this case
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| Blinks on the snow
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| The grief is grace
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| Dark spheres collide
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| In lowering pride…
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| For you to keep up an integrity
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| You’ll turn a page to dusk of the age
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| And nothingness fills the void
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| But in this void
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| You will not avoid the grief…
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| Grief strikes your severity
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| Though it damages you, but still it makes you feel humanly… |