The Old Ones were,
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The Old Ones are,
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And the Old Ones shall be.....
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A temple of shame,
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He is caste in the never-ending maze of darkness,,
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Waiting for the light's embrace reaching the path
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To the once distant shrine of his atonement
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Hope of repention buried under an ocean of forgotten tears,
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Consumed with the pain of the innocent's gaze
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The passage of time severing the shackles of his enslavement
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An oath of damnation ordained by the mark of Cain
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Reaping the winter's harvests from untold sins
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Equinoctial winds rhyming dirges of enchantment
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[Chorus]
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These bloodstained hands - Can they claim redemption?
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I can hear his word - Guiding me to the dawn of my descension
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Shadows beyond time - Sentinels of yore
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Dreams of the vanquished - Lycantropic eyes spin the web of communion
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Beyond the blind sterility of a pri-mordial conscience
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The burden of sagacity the lost duality of fate
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In this silent shelter the angel of light awaits
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I am the nuptial gift to a dying surrogate
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Whispering Soul
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| Forsaken |
