| Her descent into oblivion
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| Gracefully walking down those steps
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| Into the groves of the unknown
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| That flourish on the darkest depths
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| Left burning scars in innocence
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| Goddess Lenore, my cruel will of fate
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| Heed these silent cries
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| For the reaper is at the gates
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| This day, you have ceased to know pain
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| And left behind all hopes and fears
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| Beyond all sorrow, knowing peace
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| Deafened to my selfish tears
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| Cast me down beyond all light
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| Where shadows bow in reverence
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| Cast upon the veil of darkness
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| A restless heart falls ever silent
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| Undisturbed by pleas of mercy
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| Ending a parasitic torment
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| What pain can vanquish shades of death?
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| The still-water chalice of fate?
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| When misery turns to despair
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| Our very nature we mutilate
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| Crucified
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| In denial
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| For our crimes
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| A life denied
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| Lenore, my cruel will of fate
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| Alone, your servant cries
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| As the reaper closes the gates |