| What did close in here?
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| I can’t remember ever shedding tears o’spite
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| On this ground, cropping up the fatal frontline
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| Like a soot-blackened palisade yet
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| Impelled, void and abulic
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| Legions delineate an ominous skyline
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| As lifeless demons without soul
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| These insentient hosts abide
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| Engulfing warmonger get away from here!
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| Trod ye the path of vast deceit?
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| Every piece of evidence was a lie
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| The war, the threat’s a hyping fake
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| To move figures on the board!
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| Stain Bibracte’s ground!
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| What do you see in me?
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| Do you breathe-in dreams?
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| What spurred you to come here?
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| An oneiric picture of being…
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| Like disaffected legions taken, lure
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| I wonder what lies, what threat or promise
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| Persuaded them to leave their home that far away
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| …did they really know?
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| As the carnyx roared aloud
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| I quaked not, yet just asked myself
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| How their hearts took the bait
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| These sweetened words of bitter essence
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| Face to face with nameless foes
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| Scorching words, unspoken lorn
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| Unheard quests remain the ashes of the dead
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| What do you see in me?
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| Do you breathe-in dreams?
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| What spurred you to come here?
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| An oneiric picture of being…
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| Forsooth we’ll bear the brunt
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| Upright in life or in death
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| Yet still the countless cries echo
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| In silenced caves of nothing
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| What do you see in me?
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| Do you breathe-in dreams?
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| What spurred you to come here?
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| An oneiric picture of being…
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| What do you see in me?
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| Do you breathe-in dreams?
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| What spurred you to come here?
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| An oneiric picture of being… |