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Fear the dreams, desires |
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The terror |
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Know what darkness we nourish |
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The wickedness |
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Born out of long lost legends |
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We are collectors of the dead |
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This slowly dawning horror beckons us once again |
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We walk and live in shadows forever and much longer |
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The mortal immortals...the restless ones |
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The dark of our existence lies deep within |
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Our bodies are stirred by an ethereal breeze |
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And in these buried lands... |
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We are doomed... |
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Beyond the haunting |
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Lies a dying light |
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For those who walk |
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On the path of death |
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In a tortured grasp of tormented wraiths |
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Dreadful dreams claim our failures |
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Oblivion is groaning in pain |
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At its long decline feel the stirring of our souls |
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Our bodies wracked with imagined pain |
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Shredding flesh off the bone |
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Until we find the phantasm core... |
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The scarred entity drifted into sleep |
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To face our mercenary nightmares. |
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Our moment, our triumph |
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A sinister outcome was shattered into pieces. |
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Drenched in a moment of unguarded pain |
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We are the ones who creep and crawl...beyond the haunting |
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The mortal immortals...the restless ones... |
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And when the clock of time strikes the quarters |
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The entity drowns in a sea of clouds |
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Beyond the haunting lies a dying light |
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For those who walk on the path of death |
