| Civilizations still bear the cost of the first thought
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| Which travels through tired ages, older than we ever know
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| To suffer through this life is to leave the burden of great untold
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| The rapturous end, tempting lands of secrets to be known
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| The Stability and moral doctrine are built from blood spilled by the sword.
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| — From mortal coil, ashes bulit the gates for both cinder and shiny marble…
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| …yet to be seen
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| But none shall return
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| Go on a journey Sublunaris
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| Between Earth and Moon
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| Above stone and soil
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| Through oceans and mountains
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| To the edge of this world
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| Travellers, bringers of sin
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| Curse their own selves
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| Under a dim beholder
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| The entity of their apprehension
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| Can they reach final tranquility?
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| The first fear, the first steps from a dying paradise
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| The dreaming, from vision of hungry minds
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| Denomination rose above
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| Go on a journey Sublunaris
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| Between Earth and Moon
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| Above stone and soil
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| Through oceans and mountains
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| To the edge of this world
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| Travellers, bringers of sin
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| Curse their own selves
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| Under a dim beholder
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| Your god’s shade follows you
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| Let It save you from phobia agnostos
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| Yet to be seen
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| But none shall return!
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| So go on a journey Sublunaris
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| Between Earth and Moon
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| Above stone and soil
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| Through oceans and mountains
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| To the edge of this world
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| Travellers, bringers of sin
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| Curse their own selves
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| Under a dim beholder |