["Symptom" was featured earlier on the Hot records sampler "The Rape of The Holy Trinity"]
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[This is a new and better version of the song.]
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Wonder do they stride at all
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who bore him over her
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glistening ground
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I wonder, do I sense the breath
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of dragons, steering sound
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I catch the gust with my hands
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like an open bowl
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and hope the beast never stills
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the wailing of his mould
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I wonder, does it pour me something opaque
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in mirrormere and grace
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this that has lasted for quite some time
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will it last throughout all days
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The sound turns undressed back to me
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like beryls floating in a wide stream
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I wonder is this the final chance
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to fulfill the golden steem
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The sound of finches
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ledged to the skin
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defy this pledged cry
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never has it really leaned to me as
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a burden or an obvious lie
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I wonder if her silver horns
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bestow poison into my chalice
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for I feel the stains like I've been
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touched, though wounded not from
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foreign malice
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Be with me and feel with me the
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sketch of your enchanting sky
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so I can hold you in my arms
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tight until the day I die
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Symptom
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| Dodheimsgard |
