| The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there floating
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| They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in sorrow
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| Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them
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| Life is no dream and death holds no final end
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| We all must die
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| Hacking away with the sword at the earth, at the mounds of soil
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| I try to recover the dead but get naught for my toil
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| The corpses lie around me in various states of decay
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| And no matter how hard I try I can’t bring life to their day
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| Even by touch of the sword they refuse to awaken
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| And I know they seek life not
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| And I know they like to rot forever
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| Even their lives were of no worth
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| If in their eyes they hate the truth even if it sets them free
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| Now is not the time to revive
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| My mind revolts at this revelation
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| How can it be that they lie calmly in their graves
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| Resisting life as it pulls at their heart strings
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| Their cold eyes ever rejecting the truth?
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| I run with naught in mind but to leave that hateful place behind
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| I enter darkened earth where Desyr has waited for me from the day of my birth
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| I cross the bridge of grace along a well worn path
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| To satiate my flesh within the one they call Desyr
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| Sorrow, my contemplating
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| Loving hours passed, I spent my life anticipating sorrow
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| Thy cold embracing felt like love back then
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| But now I know that I was tasting sorrow |