They sat beneath the moon-lit sky about the night
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...appeared, then vanished; wrapped in the woolskin from chill and
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the ones whose proudest lost thier will to live.
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What on Earth, make these for your...
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struggling onward through the freezing wind.
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A time of storm swept means
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awoke their hearts of inherited hatred
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so for evermore these words of old
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its meaning would soon unfold
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trapped in that winter world of waiting.
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Of what were the questions?
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What were they waiting for?
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This... at the monolith.
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The mystic days of doom
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foretold in tales
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as hammered by some runes
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from father to son
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forfathers were in tune
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at the gallows gate
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enchanted by the moon
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and a thousand questions
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about the monolith's make
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Eternal moments, endless...
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its... were seldom spoken
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therefore the oath was never broken.
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At the first sight of peoples he's gone...
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its meaning,... into the air/earth
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From father to son.
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The Monolith
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| Memento Mori |
