| Beneath the sanguine glare of a sky on fire
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| The sun sets on this land for one final time
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| One last dawn, one last sunset, one last twilit halo
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| As we stand to embrace the everlasting night
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| Wolves howl, first one and then another
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| A pack gathering in the descending shroud of twilight
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| We open our eyes and look to the stars
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| And the silvery shard of the moon
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| The last flames of sol drench a blackening horizon
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| The shadows stretch, reaching and distended
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| Clawing a landscape that begins to shiver
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| Within the enfolding embrace of eternal dusk
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| The final flare of the death of day
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| Burns a soul already scoured with sorrow
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| Beaten and broken, I sink to weary knees
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| As the dwellers in shadow circle
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| And so huddled in torchlight, we steel our resolve
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| A union born of fear that gathers strength
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| With the passing of each moon and the forging of will
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| We sing our songs of defiance
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| Our voices ring as one
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| Against the onyx shield of the sky
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| Our torches burn as sol reborn
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| Burning as spirits that remain forever undimmed |