| As he wandered in silverly halls among silent marbles
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| Enigmatic sculptures each with different tales to tell
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| He touched their hard faces yet soft
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| Like the mist over a sleeping sea
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| Their beauty and sorrow was feeding his superior soul
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| Through a heart of stone no blood will flow
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| To cleanse the evil cold as snow
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| Oh pitiful earth that me inherited
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| Visions of peace crushed to dust
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| Without compassion he absored their auras
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| For his strength to gain
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| Nor did he feel for the souls he drained
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| In hysteria screaming… Triumph oh glorious state of mind
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| With the silent ones gathered the powers combined
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| No words will break the shells as they broke them
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| Fear won’t shatter the walls as it shattered them
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| Through the heart of stone no blood will flow
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| To cleanse the evil cold as snow
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| Without compassion he absored their auras
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| For his strength to gain
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| Nor did he feel for the souls he drained
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| In hysteria screaming… Triumph oh glorious state of mind
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| With the silent ones gathered the powers combined
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| Through the heart of stone no blood will flow
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| To cleanse the evil cold as snow |