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Overture for the rising ocean |
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As the humans drown |
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To the poisonous wine of the earth |
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When the Nether seas boil the flesh of blind |
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And pestilent breed |
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When the light of sun has fled |
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And the last outposts of rue are torn |
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Wanion dark sets over the man |
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Prophet dying cries forlorn |
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Stones of Mnar are crushed |
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Still I'm blind for what redeems |
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From this painting of fate |
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I still yearn to see and feel infinity... |
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All these visions |
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Are painting me from inside |
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All this wrath |
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When the moonlense shivers |
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Our blood shall be their wine. |
