| The mist lies heavy upon this ground
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| Resisting the strength of the nocturnal breeze
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| It chills the living, though none can be found
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| But any living present here would feel the unease
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| On occassion sounds can be heard
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| The source sounds distant but somehow near
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| The silent whispering of fleshless beings
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| Existing beyond reason or so it appears
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| Elementals of the nocturnal breeze
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| Haunting these desolate plains for centuries
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| Once it was written, unknown the source
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| The location of this ageless place
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| Ashen apocrypha, the pages were burnt
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| By godfearing men set ablaze
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| Solitude reigns in this concealed place
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| Safely hidden from the ignorant ravishing of man
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| Unreal they seem these misty plains
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| Remaining untrodden the only demand
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| Elementals of the nocturnal breeze
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| Haunting these desolate plains for centirues
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| Once it was written, author unknown
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| The location of this ageless place
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| Ashen apocrypha, the pages were burnt
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| By godfearing men taken away and
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| Set ablaze, the apocryphal scripts faced the flames
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| Ashen apocrypha, by truthfearing men taken away and
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| Set ablaze |