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Staring onward, |
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As time stands still. |
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Devoid of tribulation, |
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While time stands still. |
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Starlight breaks this darkened haze, |
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Filter through decay. |
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Moonstruck children indisposed, |
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Malignant culture thriving on. |
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Defile the sanctum, |
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Of this place. |
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Wind stirs nigh, |
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Brings rain to cleanse |
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Winter now converges, |
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Drenched in all its blackness. |
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The last stalks of light are devoured, |
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Shadows wade through filth |
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With gestures far too wide |
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And so they march on hallowed ground. |
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History repeating, |
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Behavior that's been burned into the bone. |
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Staring onward |
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Will time stand still? |
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A thousand years of fruitless searching, |
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Object of desire beyond the reach, |
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Of old and brittle hands, |
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with bated breath, anticipate the end. |
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Voices of the vanquished echo in the dreams |
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They can't elude |
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Where is the fire |
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That dwells inside, |
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Darkness returns with cold embrace. |
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Staring onward, |
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When time stands still. |
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Devoid of tribulation, |
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Time stands still. |
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Staring onward, |
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Time stands still |