| I hear my angel weeping silently amidst the graves
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| A glorious yet mournful veil, yet in whose name is she slain
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| Behind the truth the strength conceals twisted faith of Christian fools
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| The memoirs rekindled daylights last foray
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| Rekindled daylights last foray
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| A delicate balancing of two worlds
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| Embraced with the guardian death
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| The crest of our years somewhat fainted
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| Esteris, thy lingered opeth
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| Where two shores lay overlapped and time lay inter bracing
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| Many folds revealing facets, each for futures passing
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| The enochians of timeless earth
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| For thee, in sinful obscurity
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| Brought forth thy pleasures and languidity
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| I rise in amidst thy fear
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| To collate the precious faith and penultimate tear
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| To weave, thy starry ultimus
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| Set in gentle precious flame, nor to awaken us
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| Lemuria, at the edge of the graveyard
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| A lurid pale of seeking as she haunts in despair
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| I serve as the angel of death
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| Slept in dusk of the gravestones, in castles despair
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| Take grave solace in thy wisdom told
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| For the centinal alone could only be so bold
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| Innocence succumb to grieving majesty
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| Light auroral incarnations of sobriety |