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floating away within dreams |
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from a thousand worlds, |
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my sould has left the spheres of man |
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for all time... |
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the rest of me |
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the rotten limbs and my bones |
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dwelling within |
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the sacred gardens of greif |
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while my mind is adrift |
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upon the seas of starvation |
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a tombstone is raised to mark |
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I am not forgotten |
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I remember faintly, |
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like whispers from beyond all time |
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the reasons for my death |
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but reason are part of life |
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and I am forever more, part of death |
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part of death |
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part of death |
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I greet you welcome |
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to the world of the evil departed |
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the neverending landscape of damnation |
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we were sowing the seeds of blasphemy |
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consumed by the burning flame of eternity |
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we were sowing the seeds of blasphemy |
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souls of the evil departed |
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all dwell here |
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in a number beyond counting |
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souls of the evil departed |
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souls of the evil departed |
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the memories are slowly eating away |
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at my shredded sanity |
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the yerning for life has vanished, |
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nothing left to live for |
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in this void |
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of lost souls and insanity |
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my existance |
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is a mockery |
