| In distress, chased and locked in stalemate
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| Into the cauldron, to embrace eclipse
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| And inhale the harrowing
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| Withering, the sear flesh and blood
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| Elapsed is the momentary host
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| Limp, the broken will, worn down the last stand
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| Extinction!
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| Extinction!
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| And I soar up high into the haven
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| Of the starless night
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| Borne by black wings of dawn
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| I fly away from the bygone
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| As I crossed alone
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| The gold turned into dead stone
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| And I did not look back
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| Nor did I mourn
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| At the gate in a place between dimensions
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| I swathed myself, to embrace eclipse
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| And to sink into the void
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| And I chased through the nightly brake
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| Unseen, shot through icy streams
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| High above the crowns and down into the dark
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| And I soar up high into the haven
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| Of the starless night
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| Borne by black wings of dawn
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| I fly away from the bygone
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| As I crossed alone
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| The gold turned into dead stone
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| And I did not look back
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| Nor did I mourn
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| (Aidus esti — io gnātā uer axsin
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| Bitous uertassit in uextlon)
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| On this bridge so narrow
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| The shoddy rags fell off me
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| Robed in nakedness I entered the gate
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| Deathwalking o’er the searing bridge
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| At the time between the times
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| I witness and herald
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| We do not perish but only slough
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| And I soar up high into the haven
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| Of the starless night
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| Borne by black wings of dawn
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| I fly away from the bygone
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| As I crossed alone
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| The gold turned into dead stone
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| And I did not look back
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| Nor did I mourn |