Invisible freeze in the blood-wet grass
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Combatants lying by their weapons
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Feeling the warm blood
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When the air turns cold and no one remains
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Freezing the warm blood
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And eating its way through and reigns
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Men from the desert lands
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by the sky-high forsakened hills
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Erased by the passing of man's creation
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From the cliffs they have watched
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over the thousand seas
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And witnessed the decay and desperation
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As illness and plague have caught them all
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No one could heal, no one knew, for no one
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had ever the knowledge
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Few could they count by the elfin kings
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That had seen what beauty had been raped
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What ancestors mad with their healthy hands
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What erected and what was formed and shaped
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The finest art one had ever seen
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Spectacular admirement of these mystic lands
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One stood there alone, the only one left
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Strong enough to survive
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He was built by death, he was known by death
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And he sings the victorious song
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Simple deeds, destruction hands
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Defeating its material self
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We have left you now,
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you will never be found again
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Feeble fortune and rotting food
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Swallowed By A Buried One
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| Old Man's Child |
