Resignedly beneath a dark sky
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the melancholy waters lie
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so blend the turrets and shadow there
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while froma proud tower in the death looks down!
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There open fanes and gaping grave the death has reared himself a throne
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in a strange city lying alone far down within the dim forest...
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Mistaken demon of heaven thy joys are tears
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ask the blind worm the secret of the grave and why her spires love to curl
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around the bones of death and the will of the dark immortals
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Expanded..the sound of a trumpet
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the heavensawaoke, and vast clouds of blood
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roll'd round the dim rock of the castle
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In his hills of storm'd snow, in his mountains of hail and ice
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voices of terror are heard like thunder of autumn...
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when the cloud ablze over harvest
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Throne Of The Dark Immortals
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| Theatres Des Vampires |
