| Resplendence, as servants we are hidden in distress
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| In silence we glare, in light, ablaze
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| Embraced, aligned in pitch-black mass we rot
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| And drown into time and space
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| And we are crawling from abyss, in a sudden flash widespread
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| Through time and space, as a stream of grace
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| When we have fallen, down into the void
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| Esteem the fading, our inner mourning flame
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| In obedience, in damnation we are damned to obsess
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| In reticence we shine, in glitter, sparkling bright
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| Sustained, forgotten, as shivered souls we spoil
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| And drown into time and space
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| In a moment of disguise, we descry sombrous rebirth
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| In a stream of grace descend, as clandestine stars
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| When we have fallen, dawn beyond all grief
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| Withstand the burden, we promise our last farewell
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| Embraced, aligned in pitch-black mass widespread
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| Extolled our remains, as clandestine stars we rot |