Pale and speechless in reflection gazing past
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as diffusion to adorn the vast
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As the crescent moon adept in glare
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by the flames of evil in my stare
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Broken by the spell invoked by time
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Grim but gracious through the landscapes wide
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the drapes of nightfall once again to ride.
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Through apertures in the web of stone
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shadows sweeping through my dungeons walls.
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As the sun in frailty sprawls to rest
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in the haze of dreamers nest
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Across the sky the angels sweep
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drawing sunset with the dayrays left to reap.
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To cherubic tones of hymnody
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the winds of medieval plague to dance
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Towards the scenery agaze,
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at the canopy ablaze.
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Oh how I envy thee, oh pagan gale to travel.
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In the twilight elysium to ride.
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As the sun in frailty sprawls to rest
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in the haze of dreamers nest
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Across the sky the angels sweep
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drawing sunset streams.
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As the night approaches me to reave
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the remaining rays of daylight stream
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I dream of sunsets yet to be
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when the twilight spell will set me free
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Twilight Elysium
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Twilight Elysium
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| Noctes |
