We travel into the world of woe
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through the portal of dream descent
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Of human sorrow I dreamed
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a twilight garden of tomorrow
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Where torment means living
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in this world of dreadful dream
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"Behold, all the gods have abandoned the spheres.
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Can you hear the Thronerooms silence?
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As all of the mighty stars have grown black,
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the gods have turned their backs..."
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Here rests silence
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sometimes the wind brings
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weak echoes from times
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gone and forgotten
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Tragic human voices
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yet none can hear them
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in this dark and desolate star
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since the storms
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of new pestilence
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"On the shore of the dead earth
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I stood with a figure of demon"
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From his eyes gazed autumn,
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his words like winters;
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"Witness with me,
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the fall of the foulest.
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My farewell to mankind.
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Lame is the weeping sun
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as it in all fierceness
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lowers behind the horizon.
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This,
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the last sunset on earth
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tomorrows dawn
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shall greet the moonlike face
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...of Hell."
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Dreams Of The Black Earth
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| Throes of Dawn |
