| Shifting silent shades
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| of seething thoughts abroad
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| Amuck in shallow graves
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| not of solid Earth
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| Silhouette charades
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| of cascading shattered walls
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| Confusing conscience craves
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| but we must not fall…
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| At the first sign of light
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| We approached the once closed door
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| A gaping hole to that beyond
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| Where men should go no more
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| Descending stairs of icy stone
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| Carved by man himself
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| We built these frigid cavern halls
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| Where limbonic lives have crept
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| The seeds of the desolate
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| Sown in the blood of ourselves
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| The seeds of the desolate
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| Have we forever failed?
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| We stepped into that swallowing void
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| Exchanging life for death |