| The ashen people cry
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| They sigh in vain for life
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| And tears from tired eyes are falling
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| Filling ponds with grief
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| Bitter thoughts they bleed
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| Gloomy water fills the seas
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| These repentant blackened souls
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| All sentenced to deplore
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| The malicious deeds in mortal life
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| On what they now redeem
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| The baneful essence feeds
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| Growing strong — awaits release
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| With tears they raise the seeds
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| Knowing —
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| Condemned they watch it grow
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| In this eternal sleep
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| Creating the reality
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| Dim heartbeats moaning chime
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| Send shivers down my spine
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| Can this be real — I hear the breathing
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| A distant rumble roars
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| It rumbles cross the moors
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| The ground beneath me fels alive
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| With tears they raise the seeds
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| Knowing —
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| Condemned they watch it grow
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| In this eternal sleep
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| Creating the reality
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| A serenade of death and pain
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| Is playing in my head
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| The ashen people fades away
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| And nothing seems the same
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| I face A bloodred sky
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| I sense the silent time
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| A vision from the past is calling
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| A child of misery
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| A book of sand I see
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| It’s like A dream within A dream
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| With tears they raise the seeds
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| Knowing —
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| Condemned they watch it grow
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| In this eternal sleep
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| Creating the reality |