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Demise |
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Behold the truth of our demise. |
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Out of ruin we ll arise. |
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We ll rise from darkness, |
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from burden - to light with joy. |
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Oh beautiful valiant, take us from night, |
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from dark the mighty king |
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- unfolds as light. |
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Malevolent death toll, oh so sweet sounding. |
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Demise |
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We sing in our despair, |
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for hope, then rot in peace. |
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Embalmed with rosescented fumes. |
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As the shades of evening draws |
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the trees calmly whistles... |
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unending reprisal of hope, of hope |
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Farvel nikker blomstene, |
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mildt hvisker vinden. |
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Soulbells play in gardens of stone. |
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Everlasting monuments, petrified by grief. |
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The remains of loved ones, |
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now withering into dust and soil. |
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Again turning the wheel of life, |
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from dust man arise to dust man |
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become. |
