| To a place of ancient splendour
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| I returned to moments night
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| To catch the lightning in your eye
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| And tame it with a lullaby
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| Darkness falls upon thy face
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| All figments of the human race
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| It is as if I’ve always known
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| For none but them the overthrown
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| Deep in the shadows the prism is thine
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| And death lying waiting within horned god sign
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| The graves lying silently seeping their worth
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| As creatures, as warriors once roaming the earth
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| Destiny of ancient sorrows
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| Falls through shattered dreams
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| That pierces like a lightning bolt
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| Re-kindling thy darkest scream
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| Ancient, of dawn
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| For none so art like him, as I am darkness spawned
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| Releasing shadows as we fall, I am your empath
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| Slowly growing pale, capturing the dusk in sin
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| Darkness, breathes superior, swallowing the moonlight sky
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| As fate within thy destiny that came to life in one black night
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| Faith in all the keepers of our legend
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| Death intertwined and embracing all time
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| All figments eluded that practically shine
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| Have faith in your warriors, weak as their worth
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| And slain in amusing satanical curse
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| «And upon my word we shall unite
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| Heeding eternal blackness |