| The dawn wilt never rise again
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| Sun hast fade forever
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| From the horizon came the cold, white moonlight
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| Shimmering through where trees hast become lifeless
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| shadows
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| And seas down the valleys, storms hast turned to ice
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| Sunlight wilt never touch this soil again for only the
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| Storms of this barren landscape can live in such
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| Burdensome and withering atmosphere
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| The dawn wilt never rise again
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| God’s light died with the sun
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| At dusk by enthralling tyranny
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| Sun hast fade forever
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| As the sun descended
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| They once again wilt walk the earth
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| The valiant knights
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| The noblest of ancient men
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| Heed their nocturnal call and
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| Mayest the pale moonlight
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| Shine therein from above
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| Long hast they dwelt in the darkness of unlight
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| Like belongings of death, secrets that man
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| Can not bear, evoked by storms winding
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| Through this land
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| Wilt they ever walk among us?
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| Yet, I know not
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| Wilt they ever walk among us?
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| Enwrapped by thoughts
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| Enwrapped by thoughts |