| Beneath the surface of the great primordial sea
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| Beyond life and death
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| Behind the veil of all our dreams so frail
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| Below the remnants and the dust of all past
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| The wailing of the mysteries
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| That caress the hearts of those who have laid them bare
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| Where the winds of twilight ever blow
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| Beneath, beyond, behind, below
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| In the lingering light of the primal fires
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| Through the din of all centuries past
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| A call to see, to learn, to know
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| So that fearless we may go
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| Beneath, beyond, behind, below
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| The howling…
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| Can you hear it still?
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| The faint echo of the great war
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| The spectral tremor of the giant collapse
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| Of the primal scream and a severed dream
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| The first, the last, the howling of the mother
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| Still wrestling, scales agleam
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| With the silence of the void
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| Howling throughout eternity
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| In the lingering light of the saints of fires
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| In their fusing of word and deed
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| A call to see, to learn, to know
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| So that eager we may go
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| Beneath, beyond, behind, below
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| Proclaimed by prophets for centuries now
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| The amplified rage of aeons
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| For eternities, in the rising seas and in their deeps
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| Reminding us
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| Where every devilchild must go
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| Beneath! |
| Beyond! |
| Behind! |
| Below!
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| Like the wolf unto its kin it wails
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| Oh, what music it makes… |