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Mountins speak of frozen peaks |
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Ice-cold desolate mountains chains |
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Conceived only by the cruellest of minds |
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As images of a long lost world |
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These pages written by the hands of the old |
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As pages turn your future unfolds |
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To never ascend to the god-like form |
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Die as you were born |
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Regeneration of the utmost fears |
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Buried deep and choked in silence |
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Invading the brain through your optical nerves |
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Sending shivers, you're in this madness! |
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Recondite statues in abstract forms |
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Lead the way to the inner caves |
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As granite treasures of a distant era |
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Whose ancient terrors shall come to life |
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These pages written by the hands of the old |
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As pages turn your future unfolds |
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To never ascend to the god-like form |
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Die as you were born |
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Regeneration of the utmost fears |
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Millennia pass but she remains |
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Invading the brain through your optical nerves |
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Sending shivers, you're in this madness! |
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So now |
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You know the end has come |
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What have you all become? |
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What is your mission now? |
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To leave or die somehow? |
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Where is your father race? |
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To save you from the place? |
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For all your bright insights |
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You failed to see the light |
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So silence can be heard |
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Inside your fears they dwell |
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No brave quest to dare |
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Forever |
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You float in endless space |
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You're bound to fall from grace |
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No ending to this rage |
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Forever |
