| My Child Queen of the Dead no more your eyes god-like
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| The sun robed thee in his day Persephone
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| Embraced in your arms
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| The Life that had descended now re-arise empowered by the Sun
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| So mighty was the mother’s childless cry
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| She asked the waves that moan how the world can be so cruel
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| «Do you cry for my child?»
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| And then the voices came saying
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| «We know not we know not why we cry»
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| And so the shadow wails
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| My quick tears kill the flower
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| My ravings hush the bird
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| And lost in grief I fail to send
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| My gift to helpless man
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| Rain-rotted dead grain
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| The pale sun sets before his time
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| And I am ill-content with those who dare to say
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| My fate’s beyond the Fates
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| The Bright and the Dark have sworn that
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| I the child of thee the Power
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| Who lifts her buried life to bloom
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| Should be for evermore
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| The Bride of Darkness
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| The reaper sees me far away
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| And now the gleam of dawn upon the threshing floor
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| Can the dark lord love the sun
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| And will the shadows die
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| Extinguish hateful fires along the fields of Asphodel
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| Death, not peace, comes easily
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| The spirit needs release
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| The souls of men
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| Who grew beyond
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| And made themselves
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| As Gods
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| Against the fear
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| Of Death and Hell
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| They shall prevail
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| I shall prevail |