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Invisible freeze in the blood-wet grass |
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Combatants lying by their weapons |
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Feeling the warm blood |
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When the air turns cold and no one remains |
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Freezing the warm blood |
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And eating its way through and reigns |
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Men from the desert lands by the sky-high forsakened hills |
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Erased by the passing of man's creation |
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From the cliffs they have watched over the thousand seas |
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And witnessed the decay and desperation |
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As illness and plague have caught them all |
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No one could heal, no one knew, for no one had ever the knowledge |
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Few could they count by the elfin kings |
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That had seen what beauty had been raped |
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What ancestors mad with their healthy hands |
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What erected and what was formed and shaped |
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The finest art one had ever seen |
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Spectacular admirement of these mystic lands |
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One stood there alone, the only one left |
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Strong enough to survive |
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He was built by death, he was known by death |
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And he sings the victorious song |
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Simple deeds, destruction hands |
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Defeating its material self |
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We have left you now, you will never be found again |
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Feeble fortune and rotting food |
