| Captured here within a quiet tomb, yet not surrounded by the dead
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| Covered in a shroud of misery, whispers hover in our midst
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| Ragged few have shared this consequence, but the choice was ours in a way
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| Full of hope, yet still despondent, will light ever come again?
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| Shout, unfortunate warden, the time for chains is ended
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| Crawl out from this cage, feel warmth upon your face, as you step into the sun
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| This tender breeze, meant only for the free, which you’ll not be for long,
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| your time is done
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| Dark passageways never end, only glimpses caught between the
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| Bars of our cell, moving forward yet never terminating anywhere
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| Bound to the crypt
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| Darkness fills my soul and skin
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| Bound, I fall from sin
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| Blackened spirit, past within
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| The time for chains is ended
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| Crawl out from this cage, feel warmth upon your face, as you step into the sun
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| This tender breeze, meant only for the free, which you’ll not be for long,
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| your time is done |