| Here I stand, at the very edge of the void
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| The summit, my aspirations in this world
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| The abyss, my tomb. |
| It’s darkness, my final fanfare
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| Gone is the weight, the soul-crumbling burden of life
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| Dread…
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| The bottomless maw awaits
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| There’s no hope where the sun cannot reach
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| My soul, my body and my heart, are torn
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| Even in death, to hopelessness I am sworn
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| Lifelessness, your shackles are forever mine
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| A warm welcome, to her and her loving kind
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| I welcome thee death-mother, bringer of peace and harmony
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| I rejoice as your fingernails tear at my skin
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| My funeral, deserted and empty of all life
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| As I’m falling down, towards the sharp and barren cliffs
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| Seconds pass, passes on my way, descending down
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| End is nigh, the fat lady singing, the final curtain call
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| Sanctuary of blight, corruption and destruction
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| Born to breathe, fumes of poison. |
| Nothing, nothing…
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| Tranquil is the moment I am in
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| Affection is what I experience
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| Entwined in this kinship with serenity in death
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| Pious, yet forlorn my eyes are closing |