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What is to be of this pestilience |
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That makes empires tumble like tears |
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The dust of millenia - fallen ages |
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Staunches the flow of dawning horizons |
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Obscuring - |
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While the days crumble as their hours unfold |
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A sensual swooning - prophetic mocking |
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As the soils swallow the seeds of the past |
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Each one of us to his own |
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Embrace Drowning in hallowed solitude |
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Swallowing the void |
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The pallid hope revealed at last |
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Embrace *Why should |
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I fret in microcosmic bonds |
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That chafe the spirit and the mind repress |
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When through the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds |
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Whose shining vistas mock man's littleness?* |
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Throw off those shackles of sufferance |
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This penance of one thousand ordeals |
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I wield the scepter of destiny |
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Choose the means of my own death [Chorus] |
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Give me both nails and a hammer |
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Harness those ecstasies of death |
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Prostrate myself on cruciform |
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At last... |
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With swift feet |
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I made my way |
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Helmed by a cacophony of despair |
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Deaf to the legacy of youthfullness |
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And beauty and joy since pined away |
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Yet now a rush falls upon my ears |
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Of dripping - whispering words |
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The hole of emptiness |
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I pour through |
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Unveils the caress from far beyond |
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Now no longer can |
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I ignore What goes before has gone again |
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The silence of immorality |
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Satisfied with this one fell step |
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Plunge beneath the waters - |
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The freezing embrace of the goddess of death [*Quote taken from H.P. Lovecraft's "Phaeton"] |
