| Autumn avid mist coats the vast spaces
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| Homeland devoured by the weeping firmament
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| Grey horizons unfurl
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| Limbs embrace the darkened plains
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| A distant forest looming far away
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| A cheer to enter the sinister dark
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| I pass this Earth as the bleak frozen undead
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| Beset amongst the hideous pest
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| Adorned in carnal shield
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| The upper morbid evil domains
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| I ever wander in solitude my own places of worship
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| Ascending the thrones of great ominous mystery
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| The October sunset lured me to the moors again
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| To grasp and immerse into sullen desolate aura
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| The wind sang to surge the Heaven’s serenity
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| The ravens echoed upwards their discord tune
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| The old willows watched bowing their rugged heads
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| The shimmering starlight reflected in my eyes
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| And death, the pale spectre carried soul
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| To her unfathomed mighty empress, infinity
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| Then I left the misty humid realm
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| And entered the uncanny meadows
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| Ornate in grief none might obtain
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| Yet armed in hateful highness |