Through vast valleys I wonder
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To the highest peaks
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On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
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In search of God, in spite of man
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'til the lost forsaken endless. . .
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This is where I choose to tread
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Fall. . .so shall we fall into the nihil?
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The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
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In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us
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Here is the landscape
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Here is the sun
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Here in the balance of the earth
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Where is the god?
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Has he fallen and abandoned us?
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As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
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The fire in my heart is forged across the land
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Here at the edge of this world
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Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
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If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .
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Then God is not dead
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I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
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An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
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A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away
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. . .like every hope I've ever had. . .
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. . .like every dream I've ever known. . .
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It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
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From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. . .
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. . .wash away. . .
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. . .fade away. . .
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Here is the landscape
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Here is the sun
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Here at the edge of the earth
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Where is the god?
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Has he fallen to ruin?
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As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
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My heathen pride is scarred across the land
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In The Shadow Of Our Pale Companion
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| Agalloch |
