I walk among the withered graves
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Through the corridors of time
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Halls cast in iron and stone.
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I speak through the darkness of my soul,
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I see a flame flickering in a distant corner
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Like the beacon among the stars,
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upon the nightblue sky
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Far away on tracks unveiled
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Beyond the treasures of history
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Whispering to me... as the wind among the trees
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With the tone of the soft, complaining flute
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Thine eyes mirrored in chaos
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Exposing thy very self
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In the night I shall come to you
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An image by your thoughts created.
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A child born in thy mind
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Created by the illusions of life
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So far away from reality
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All are forsaken
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Take a step through the mirrored halls
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The corridors of time.
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Voices echoing
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From the walls screaming
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Telling tales lost in time
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Tormention in ages we dimly remember
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A distant light shimmering
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As one walk through the catacombs
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Into the endless spheres
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The rays enlightening the void of life
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Echoing voices in the dark
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Oh How the wounded cries
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Twisted voices never fade
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Resounding through eternity
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No describing words
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Into the endless spheres we float
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Entranced by the beauty of the tormented spirits
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By their grief touching my heart and soul
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The Endless Spheres
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| Penitent |
