| He sees his world through the crystal state of departure
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| The hooves echo the approach of the third coming
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| On it’s back a goddess with shining black armour
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| The steel that will separate the will from doing
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| Closing in as he falls to his knees, surrounded by
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| Plasma of dying chapters
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| Life succumbs to silence, desire alone to the dying
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| Of inner banes
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| His hands no longer grasping contraction as he laughs
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| Winds play their mourners dirge through heaps of corpses
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| The hooves thundering the arrival of the final coming
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| Carrying forth the seeds of eternal night
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| So that the Shadow may sleep, eternity weeps
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| While we laugh and remain forever
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| She feels the cold floor giving no comfort as she fades
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| The hooves echo the approach of the third coming
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| On it’s back the faceless her Elder Ones saw
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| The agents of microcosmic change shattering the megalith
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| Stories told, divinity unfold
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| She passes on, yet remains in Smirr
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| Cold remains scattered in dead void dreams |