| Through the gardens of the night
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| To the nexus of unlight
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| The origo of the dark void
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| Across the plains we ride
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| Stars falter one by one
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| Moonsilver eerie cold
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| Like ghosts the dancing shadows
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| Desolation now the road
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| Where the elders cast their shadows ever tall
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| And the silence is their solemn livid psalm
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| As all threads of past redemptions be reforged
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| Their hearts relentless hammers
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| On the anvils of the world
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| This rare untainted bloodline
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| The gift of knowledge keeps the light unheard
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| As our meagre castles fall
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| The hunger will return to all once lost
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| Through the gardens of the night
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| To the nexus of unlight
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| We rode across the plains of shattered dreams
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| For the godless and believers
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| Moonsilver eerie cold
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| To roam the great beyond to the end of days
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| End of days
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| Where the elders cast their shadows ever tall
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| And the silence is their solemn livid psalm
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| As all threads of past redemptions be reforged |