| Each day darker than the one before
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| I stand hopeless, empty and alone
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| The light from the great afar
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| Nothing but smouldering human char
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| Watching from a distance
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| How life effaced from existence
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| This life which could never be
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| I drift away within my sea
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| From the Windmill, I see it all fall apart
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| Light the black flames
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| Revelations of the black arts
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| …and thus spoke the abyss to me
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| Light the black flames
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| Revelations of the black arts
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| The last sanctuary for mankind
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| Upon this darkened hill so confined
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| One last flicker from the fire
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| Before the impending quagmire
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| As men, women, children stood
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| In apathy, burning like wood
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| My doors are impenetrable
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| And I feel no remorse…
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| From the Windmill, I see it all fall apart
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| Light the black flames
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| Revelations of the black arts
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| Stain the world colorless
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| Stain the world in solitude
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| And that which I can not see, means nothing to me
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| Stain the world in solitude |