| Long have I waited for the hour to strike
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| For the stars to grow tired and fall
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| Since the birth of the Earth have I waited
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| For the sands of its time to run low but tonight I shall wait no more
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| I’m leaving now on a trail to sulphur and salt
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| Yes, I’m leaving to the havens where all things known halt
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| The yonder beckons, the twilight oceans call
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| To forbidden shores I’ll set my course
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| I’ve seen enough of your little world
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| How it helplessly in the darkness twirls
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| But from the roaring depths beyond the known
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| My maker calls, it’s time to go
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| I’m leaving now, the sun is sinking in the west
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| Yes, I’m leaving, to hell with all the rest
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| The yonder beckons, the twilight oceans call
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| Towards forbidden shores I’ll set my course
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| The winds of Apep are upon my sail
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| From beneath the waves I hear the old ones sing their song
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| And in the distance now the seventh lighthouse burn
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| That is where the oceans end and that is where I yearn
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| There begins a journey long past the seventh and ever on
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| The yonder beckons, I can hear its roaring wail
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| From the starless spheres of nothing
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| Where the serpent lets loose its tail |