| A part creation should always be gone
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| The part where the dead ever dwells
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| Hidden between the dream and the nightmare
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| Not meant to be brought forth to life
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| But reopened portals has appeared for a night
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| In reach for all those who seeks
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| The mystery behind the scenery of time
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| The visually dead but not gone
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| Through many midnight
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| Searching the only key
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| The missing part in history
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| The dark grey epoch
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| A session for darkness to cross over skies
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| Of aeons still closed towards life
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| Using the midnight passage to link
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| The coming and gone into now
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| Clearest vibrations are felt in the air
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| The contact with a circle of ages
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| Seen are the shadows, the whispers are heard
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| A monotone pattern of words
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| Slowly stalking into the night
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| In a dark grey mist of an epoch
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| Known to some, denied by many
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| But not found in thousands of nights
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| The lost chapter in history has been reached
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| The pages are turned forth
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| But time shall close it once again
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| The secrets be concealed
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| Through many midnight
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| Searching the only key
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| The missing part in history
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| The dark grey epoch |