| Confined in hopeless valleys
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| Stricken with vast veil of shadow
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| No light will reach beyond these mountains
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| There’s more comfort to be found among gallows
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| We’re lost within the pitch of gloom
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| As night-tide piles the dead ashore
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| The breathless laugh in the face of dreams
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| And the subsisting smirk midst scaling banks of gore
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| Decomposing tower
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| Self-generating cadaverous Gate to Abaddon
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| Lining lungs with azure plage
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| All will succumb to putrefaction
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| And we crawl higher… over the dying
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| Without remorse, for life we’re prying
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| And we push forward… we march on
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| Into nothing… where we belong |