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Though manmade, of terrestrial birth |
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I've always walked upon this earth |
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A stranger searching the unknown |
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For that distant place that is my home |
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Oft I watched without affright |
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The stern magnificence of night |
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By moonless skies and beasts denied |
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Bewitched am I, and wanting |
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A yearning beyond form |
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A call without sound |
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Enter ye pale lord of silence |
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With passion I have come to loathe |
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This globous sty of vain misgrowth |
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Where man amass in nauseous mound |
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Flesh 'pon death 'pon flesh abound |
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So come! |
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Reap! |
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Kiss of Death! |
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Lips envenomed |
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Devil's breath |
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Beneath mistletoe sharpened we shall meet |
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A unit to extinguish the failure of the primordial touch |
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The kiss of death |
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My love shall last 'til death do me part |
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For thee, ye children of my heart |
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Ye glass of swiftly running sand |
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Ye harvester, ye cold white hand |
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The yearning has been with me always |
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To tread inside your timeless hallways |
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To know thy scent and taste thy flavour |
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To sense thy grasp, oh reaping saviour |
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Shapes without form |
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Voices without sound |
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Enter ye pale lord of sorrow |
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Kiss of death |
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Lips envenomed |
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Devil's breath |
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Beneath the waning crescent, we shall meet |
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Eager and fearless shall I receive the final touch |
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The kiss of death! |
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Of death |
