[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]
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Tireless I faced my way
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The flames still burned
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To see the stars and dales
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My heart still yearned for
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Surrounded by bleakness
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Osseous trees seemen to
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Seize the silence
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A plain of ruins
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winds of dust tried to enshroud
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All Remembrance
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A doleful figure cowered
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At the heart of this wasted lands
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his bowed head a mere skull
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the yield of dust in his hands
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" I dwell beyond all fear
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and here in my liefeless claw
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shall grow your given seed
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the everlasting flaw "
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On the ground of his eyes I
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saw a child drowned in fear
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In the deep he beheld the airy play
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Of those who can fly while
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fear turned into hate
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Woe betide him and his tainted eyes
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Seeds of despair won`t grow with tears of dust
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So I left this wilted man and his vale of woe
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To Resume my own path of dole
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Wasted Lands
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| Suidakra |
