| Woeful wraith, obscured in veils of stalking night
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| Once again, reliving the final fragments of a bygone dream
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| Too long, you have languished in this desolate place
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| Perdition of your soul, suffer now forevermore
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| With a glance that turned my heart — blood to frost
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| She descended each stair with unearthly grace
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| The dust-ridden scent of abandoned tombs, like perfume
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| Awakened by an unrevealed longing, perhaps to live again
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| Free from the pains of mortality, the vast unknown
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| The frail dreams of life buried deep beneath the confinements of earth
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| Sleep again, restless Eidolon
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| Return to non-existence, tranquillity in the silence of coffins
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| Your eyes of misted glass
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| Mesmerise and who but I drawn forward
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| Lost in a reverie of tears
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| With a voice long forsaken
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| A promise of eternal bliss was spoken
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| Turning away from that aura of coldest intent
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| For I saw nothingness: A blackest chasm of despair
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| And yet I still covet thee |