Oh my doleful betrotehed, enbewered in baleful marvels thou art
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Thou chariotest the soft of evil as whilome you did
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A host of shadows sings for mee
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The lamentucus quire of dead leaves in blushful woods
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From ivy-mantled towers I hark
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The thunder'fit urging from the horizon's dim verge
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The drawbridge it slowly lowers
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And a legion of armoured spectres rides towards the walls of fog...
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Sire dell'Imbrunito Regno
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Del dorato tuo manto la vista m'enfiamma 'l cuor
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Scuro e 'l color del verbo tuo
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Quando m'encanti con storie d'antico splendor
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From my blade and dudgeon drop gouls of blood, the blood of thy vermal foe
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To dumb forgetfulness a prey, death swallows Aurora's vows of hope
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On carpet of sapless foliage thou stalk whilst Zephirus swells your cloak
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A Supernat Kingdom built of dreams, such wilt thou be to mee...
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Towers Of Doleful Triumph
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| Crown Of Autumn |
