| Staring onward,
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| As time stands still.
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| Devoid of tribulation,
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| While time stands still.
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| Starlight breaks this darkened haze,
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| Filter through decay.
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| Moonstruck children indisposed,
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| Malignant culture thriving on.
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| Defile the sanctum,
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| Of this place.
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| Winter now converges,
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| Drenched in all its blackness.
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| The last stalks of light are devoured,
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| Shadows
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| And so they march on hallowed ground.
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| History repeating,
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| Behavior that has been burned into the bone.
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| When time stands still.
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| A thousand years of fruitless searching,
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| Object of desire beyond the reach,
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| Of old and brittle hands,
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| with bated breath, anticipate the end.
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| Voices of the vanquished echo in the dreams
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| Where is the fire
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| That dwells inside,
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| Darkness returns with cold embrace.
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| Staring onward,
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| When time stands still.
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| Devoid of tribulation,
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| Time stands still.
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| Staring onward,
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| Time stands still |