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WHITE COLD WRATH BURNT FROZEN BLOOD |
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Silence falls from its sleepless slumber |
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The night breeze falls to the dawn |
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Soundless, solemn, sun broken sky |
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Cried her dirges forlorn; |
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Through winding paths |
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White cold wrath burnt frozen blood |
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I long to writhe in your splendid exaltation |
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Let hands slither down your watery embasquement |
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And arouse the sleeping seraph, from certain mortal slumber |
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Wherein its treasures of inception, become a handbook for the dead |
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What doth lie behind the darkness of the closed eye? |
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From where doth the sun draw it's flames? |
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Answers float in circles, questions dissolve in light |
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1000 years of peace after, 10,000 years of misery |
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Arc of the angels, hewn by the sunlight dawn |
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Divine crescent burning black, shower the heavens and the earths |
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Kindle the flame, Upon deaths and upon births. |
