| The pace of time will take us down
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| And level in despair
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| The silent slumber
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| Throughout chambers so hollow
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| Where no daylight was ever sawn
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| In the crypts of the underground
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| Where no harvest was ever grown
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| Halls of marble, pillars made of stone
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| Underneath the crypts of the underground
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| Plague-laden, embroidered in mist
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| Bestowed one upon one with bare death we kiss
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| Oh, in the crypts of the underground
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| All laid as one
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| Lost effigies of our centuries
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| Crawling in marriage with maggots
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| Drowned amidst the darkness
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| Of the catacombs of Sirmium
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| Whirlwinds of damnation
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| Sweep through these emerald tombs
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| Lamented, sealed ages ago in silver and gold
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| We craft your doom in silver and gold
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| Ride the whirlwinds of damnation
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| Swept through these emerald tombs
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| Breathless tunnels filed with eerie woes
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| Omitted, stripped and left to rot
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| With notion of decay and rust
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| Upon silver and gold
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| Henceforth, we must carry
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| Bosom of impending deliverance grim
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| Henceforth, we shall bury
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| The last nail of your coffin
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| A thousand voices of ours |
| In cold, cold relinquishment
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| Became hymns of burden and misery
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| Eternal eulogies |