| The cage is grimly cold yet in the space of purity
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| Hidden in mine forestland desolate
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| Sink thy mind’s eye seizing the width
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| Vast fount of time, swallow thine source
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| Drowning in the aeons grasp
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| I recede far into endless fields
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| Alas no present shall indemnify
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| What each moment deprives from yesteryears
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| They darken of the oblivion’s dust
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| Fixed to the walls at the reality’s bound
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| Beware of entering the dark realm
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| As there the inmost hatred reigns
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| Attachment of life restrained to vanity
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| These chilling halls testify the ravaged soul
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| I summon the old wolves
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| To captivate my affectable sphere
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| The night evokes hunger
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| As the consuming force emerges from the mist
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| The sorrow and wrath intertwined to ill sign
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| Announcing the funeral of hope for the weak
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| I’ve made me a cell of singular force
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| To haunt with the beloved negative gale |