Overture for the rising ocean
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As the humans drown
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To the poisonous wine of the earth
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When the Nether seas boil the flesh of blind
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and pestilent breed
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When the light of sun has fled
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and the last outposts of rue are torn
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wanion dark sets over the man
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Prophet dying cries forlorn
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Stones of Mnar are crushed
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Still I'm blind for what redeems
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From this painting of fate
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I still yearn to see and feel infinity...
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All these visions
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are painting me from inside
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All this wrath
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When the moonlense shivers
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Our blood shall be their wine.
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Part III: Nether Seas Boiling
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| Dawn Of Relic |
