| Down under dome of heaven
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| Feathering of shaft
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| Is flying like a common warder into owned mark
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| Serenade of thickened epoch is gravely reaching virgin soil
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| Vanished rays within the tower are taking all abandoned space
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| Just…
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| Time is again breaking lose with ungodly full strength
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| And the arrow like a wasp is vanishing over crowns
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| Fly away! |
| Clatter, hooves!
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| Wanderer, clear the way, ah
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| Stable walls under heavens open to seven winds
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| Walls of the heart of this world are taking their final rest
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| The end of the path — ruby hall
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| The figure of human creatures hardened in some concentration
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| And confidence found them with all malice and spite
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| Down under fouled heavens worthless rubbish gnawed the land
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| They stepped into a vicious circle to cease the falling of sand
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| Endowing themselves
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| Even mighty lose the might
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| While they strain flows of time |