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Pale shines the moon above me |
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It lights my way through the desert night |
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How much further do |
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I have to wander? |
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How much more must |
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I sacrifice? |
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Mentioned only by the mad one |
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The nameless city - shunned by all |
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What awaits |
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I can't imagine |
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In my thoughts the poet's words |
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I recall: "That is not dead which can eternal lie And through strange aeons even death may die..." |
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The wind... |
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Unspeakable... so cold... so cold... |
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A presence... in the dark... the wind... it tears my soul |
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Behind the walls... |
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Underneath the towers... |
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Of this cursed city... the horror |
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I faced... |
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Beyond belief... |
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I stared into the abyss... |
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The Labyrinth... |
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The tombs of glass... |
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Twisted and grotesque... the demonic corpses. |
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They looked at me... with empty eyes... |
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And I swear... |
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And I swear... |
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I saw them move. |
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The mad poet... |
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His words... "That is not dead..." |
