| Enter the Ghost Lake.
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| The waters whisper
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| Of something brooding.
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| No way out of here.
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| Slow smouldering,
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| Slow smouldering heat.
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| Lapping at your skin
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| Pulling you down again.
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| I wish that I could
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| Fan back to life
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| The dying embers
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| Of my long lost passion.
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| Descending deeper.
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| With black as my light.
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| With twist and turn.
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| All me will be tried in life.
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| We look for light to call.
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| The call to save us all.
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| Lest we fall to our knees.
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| The death, we kiss his feet.
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| Oh, sacred mother come.
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| For our fate is done.
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| In blindness do we run
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| Always backwards.
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| The care of many
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| Was lost in my hands.
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| The sickness came in Floods of torment and woe.
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| My withered body.
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| Aching and bone tired.
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| My christ who art lord.
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| Hold me down again.
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| Knee bent and head held low.
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| Eyes closed against my foe.
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| In prayer I sing on low.
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| Answers to my last call.
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| Oh, sacred father come.
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| For it is you who’s done.
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| In blindness do we run.
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| And be sure not to fall.
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| Oh, christ, what have I done?
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| Ill fortune now will come.
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| Fire raining from the sun.
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| All virtue swept away.
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| In floods of blackest death.
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| The ghost will take my breath.
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| My sins I will forget.
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| I am nothing again.
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| Exit the Ghost Lake.
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| The waters silent.
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| What now has risen?
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| No man stands alone.
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| The world is changing.
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| 'Tis misery who
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| Leads our way now.
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| Holding man down. |