| Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. |
| The night
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| Comes whirling like a maelstrom. |
| Warring waves of crackling clouds
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| Embrace this nightside landscape. |
| The heavens bleed, through open
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| Wounds, the dim light of the moon. |
| The winds are crying mournfully and
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| Tears fly with the gusts. |
| They whip my clenched faces freezing skin
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| With ice-cold burning cuts. |
| Too long I have sufferred the desert sands
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| Of time. |
| But as I drown in darkness it will release the sign. |
| My soul
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| Will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life, to fly into the
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| Mist of night, into the nightside eclipse, and experience existence on
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| The other side. |
| As a stone of scorching enthusiasm I refract the
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| Reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea. |
| Growing circles of grief
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| And pain slides across the land as an ome of the horror yet to
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| Come. |
| The strength of a thousand fire-breathing demons breed in my
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| Infernal, sinking soul. |
| Ans as I reach the surface once again these
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| Powers are under my control. |
| Now I am one with the night sky majesty. |