| Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb:
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| What have we become? |
| What have we chosen to be?
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| Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of our name —
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| Nothing can ever be the same now the Immortals are here
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| At the time, it seemed a reasonable course
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| To harness all the force of life without the threat of death
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| But soon we found
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| That boredom and inertia are not negative
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| But all the law we know
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| And dead are Will and words like survival
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| Arrival at immunity from all age, all fear and all end…
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| Why do I pretend? |
| Our essence is distilled
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| And all familiar taste is now drained
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| And though purity is maintained it leaves us sterile
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| Living through the millions of years
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| A laugh as close as any tear…
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| Living, if you claim that all that entails is
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| Breathing, eating, defecating, screwing, drinking
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| Spewing, sleeping, sinking ever down and down
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| And ultimately passing away time
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| Which no longer has any meaning
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| Take away the threat of death
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| And all you’re left with is a round of make-believe;
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| Marshal every sullen breath
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| And though you’re ultimately bored by endless ecstasy
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| That’s still the ring by which you hope to be engaged
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| To marry the girl who will give you forever —
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| That’s crazy, and plainly
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| It simply is not enough
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| What is the dullest and bluntest of pains
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| Such that my eyes never close without feeling it there?
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| What abject despair demands an end to all things of infinity?
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| If we have gained, how do we now meet the cost?
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| What have we bargained, and what have we lost?
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| What have we relinquished, never even knowing it was there?
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| What chance now of holding fast the line
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| Defying death and time
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| When everything we had is gone?
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| Everything we laboured for and favoured more
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| Than earthly things reveals the hollow ring
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| Of false hope and of false deliverance
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| But now the nuptial bed is made
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| The dowry has been paid;
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| The toothless, haggard features of Eternity
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| Now welcome me between the sheets
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| To couple with her withered body — my wife
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| Hers forever
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| Hers forever
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| Hers forever
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| In still life |