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From the Temples High |
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In the shores of void lays my dream |
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That avanced like the shadows |
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In the hungriest hearts |
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Of the darkest secrets |
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A flash darkens the light |
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My beloved forever denied |
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Under my thorned suspicion |
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Dressed in laments |
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Cried till becoming rivers |
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I wake under my own empire |
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A bloody crown of salt |
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At the new order arised |
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To be the stigma |
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The golden wings of first-born |
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Plated with dusk |
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On a withered throne |
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Raised where the circle excludes |
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The river follows it's course |
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Without rest in front of my stare |
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Always icy in me |
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Empty whisper |
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The question without tongue |
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Like a liying leaf |
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My beautiful cause |
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Rise me again |
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To look from below |
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And like a wave of tears |
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I'll desire again |
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I promise |