| (As the last last beams of light fade away from the horizon
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| Leaving us with nothing but dark and
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| Indistinct figurines from the lantern
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| Dancing and swirling among us
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| Their lifelike shapes, grasping for our sanity
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| As dim palms fondling our minds
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| We sit silent in dread, as a soughing wave of voices
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| Shed the names of the fallen in the final battle of…)
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| Oh, the tale of a graven misery
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| The tale which forever will haunt us
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| But in a story told, a truth will unfold
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| A plague upon the world is foretold
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| As our light burns out
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| The terrifying shapes take form
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| Come to life, to liquidate us all
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| We try to flee the scene, escape by any means
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| Tumult breaks out, we’re trapped, we’re stuck
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| We find ourselves chained to a wall
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| Our lives are at stake, the chains will not break
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| Though the power of a sane mind, focusing
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| Should be enough to make this horror disappear
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| The images are still in our heads
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| Bloodshed, terror, frightening horror
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| Howling beasts and tragic sorrow
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| A key, masked as a tale
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| Once told it brings the end one step closer
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| Relapse of what we have seen
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| Evil so pure and so clean
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| Damnation awaits the one
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| Who shall back down and not turn the key
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| A stinging beam of light flashes before our eyes
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| We tumble hard to the ground
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| The visions still ablaze though still undefined
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| We run across the fields but something’s holding us back
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| A creature of the past will stir up these serene lands
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| This abomination’s reign of chaos will
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| Once be restored again
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| Time is slipping away from our hands
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| As evil prevails there’s nothing more
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| There’s nothing left to save
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| Nothing left to save!
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| Oh, cruel fate has come
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| Agonizing pain, suffering, will end us all
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| Mankind’s fall
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| But the tale, fallen into oblivion
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| Has a passage to undo these creatures
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| Reading it converse, would lift this curse
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| Sight to the blind, speech to the mute, the book must be found
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| The search to prevent an apocalypse has begun
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| Our bravest were sent to the origin from which
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| The sacred words were first spoken
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| Retrieving these would restore harmony and order to our lands
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| But the things they saw on their path were without a doubt
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| The most vile and atrocious things any man has ever seen before
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| The longer from home they came
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| The more irascible became their surroundings
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| Til the search came to its final end…
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| The fields of death were left behind
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| Those still alive retrieved
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| What they were there to find
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| The end of our search has just begun
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| The sweetest voice of benevolence
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| Was heard clearer by every read word
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| The deformed landscapes were slowly
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| Rebuilt by the succors
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| These creature’s vain reign, trespassing our domain
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| One by one, atropys as daylight comes
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| Lurking, distorting, we are now free from this misery
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| The powers engraved tore us apart
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| Turning man on each other
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| A battle we can not win, a battle we can not lose
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| The enchanting words of pagan songs blessing this tale
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| A torrent of life, shoals of souls
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| Restoring our world for the future
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| The destruction we have seen, we wean from filth to clean
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| As buried alive we struggle for our minds to grow sane |