| At long last I have scaled
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| The spire to the sky
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| A stone’s throw
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| To the heavens above
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| Far past the skylines of cities
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| Fading into ruination
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| Far pat the threadbare flags of nations
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| Spiraling into entropy
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| At this summit I’ll feign death
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| To call forth the scavenger’s clan
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| At long last I have scaled
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| The spire to the sky
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| A stone’s throw
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| To the heavens above
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| Far past the crumbling monuments
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| To long forgotten triumph
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| Far past the stench of governments
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| Basking in irrevocable failure
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| At this summit I’ll feign death
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| To call forth the scavenger’s clan
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| I call to you oh foul beasts
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| Please descend upon me
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| For I am ready to cross the great divide
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| Into the hidden void
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| Black out the sky and I will close my eyes
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| I will close my eyes
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| I fear not this somber fate
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| I call to you oh foul beasts
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| I call to you oh foul beasts
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| Black out the sky, Black out the sky
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| And I will close my eyes
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| As the scavenger’s clan descends from the sky
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| I take one last glimpse
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| A legion of stygian wings coalesce to disavow the sun
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| I close my eyes, I close my eyes |