Stately columns standing in solemn rows
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Such empty honours are suitable for those
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Whose death erases all renown and fame
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And vanquishes their glory with their name
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Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields
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Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields?
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By the golden beauty of dusk
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and the sun low in our sky
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By the haunting shadows of trees
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and graves, mesmerized am I.
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Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams
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I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene.
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By the golden beauty of dusk
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and the sun low in our sky
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By the haunting shadows of trees
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and graves, mesmerized am I.
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Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades
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But not for those whose superior worth
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After death extols them to the earth
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I would even venture to assume
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That one need not build for them a tomb
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By human art, since glory heaven sent
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Serves them as a living monument
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Pain is a far away land,
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Misery, a lifetime's journey...
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...and I lust for death (judgement).
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...And I Lust
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Anathema |