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Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. |
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The night comes whirling like a maelstrom. |
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Warring waves of crackling clouds embrace this nightside landscape. |
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The heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the Moon. |
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The winds are crying mournfully and tears fly with the gusts. |
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They whip my clenched faces freezing skin with ice-cold burning cuts. |
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Too long I have suffered the desert sands of time. |
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But as I drown in darkness it will release the sign. |
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My soul will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life, |
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to fly into the mist of night, into the nightside eclipse, |
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and experience existence on the other side. |
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As a stone of scorching enthusiasm |
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I refract the reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea. |
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Growing circles of grief and pain slides across the land |
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as an omen of the horror yet to come. |
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The strength of a thousand fire-breathing demons |
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breed in my infernal, sinking soul. |
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And as I reach the surface once again |
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these powers are under my control. |
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Now I am one with the nightsky majesty. |