[Caym:]
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With gesture I call you
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O stranger unknown...
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[The Grove:]
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Ye nasty knight came wriggling down
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among the tangled pillars
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where's nothing to be done but hold your ground
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thus hold on to your head!
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Tell how ye move about
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in spite of all the rules we've to attend to...
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where the life does end?
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[Peter:]
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For I was very anxious to be of use
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they wept and prayed for miserable hand
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'All of you may treat me as a friend
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I said
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where the life does end'
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[Caym:]
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Well
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that's my fault
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for keeping my eyes open...
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If I'd shut them tight up
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It would not have happened
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my friend...
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where the life does end'
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If I only knew
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indeed!
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I wouldn't have been penalised!
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[Peter:]
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I had far better help you hadn't I?
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[Caym:]
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You'd better keep an open eye!
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As ours
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sooth to say
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were nowhere to be found
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and now we've lost 'em
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we are blind!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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They are gone!
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There is more evidence to come yet
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...where the life does end!
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[Peter:]
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So he went on with closed eyes
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and half forgotten grove he'd seen...
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though he knew he had but to open them again
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and all would change to dull reality
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[Both with Caym:]
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If I only knew I wouldn't have been
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so foolish penalised!
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[Caym:]
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And now we've got indeed
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immortal and uncanny sight!
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Quite liquid one for sleepless kin
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with their forever watchful eye!
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Behold them folded roaring
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swarming loudly in the dead of night!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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Ye seem to be dead!
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Ye have fed the vermin with
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your foliage
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that's the reason why ye weep!
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Ye shall reveal
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your skin's all 'round the pew
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ye asked much more than your god could endure
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[The Grove:]
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We all were the people
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now we are the pillars!
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Watch as your almighty god does kill his children!
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Watch the nonsense that
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shall decimate his creatures!
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Would you like to feel the charm of our adventures?
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[Caym:]
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We all got in this trap
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we have gotten...
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We were fools but we have forgotten
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way we used to be
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seed we used to sow!
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We all are the pillars and so is our lord!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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Chase the castaway
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who's been haunting the catafalque!
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Since his death he screams
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'take them away!
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'Take away them all:
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those bones from my poor corpse
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I won't endure the dead inside the trunk of mine! '
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Only daemons know
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where those weeping pillars grow
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They are standing like a wall...
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having confirmed their own request
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they have embodied that chest
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or any wooden thing we know!
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[Caym:]
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I do not suppose there will be a tree left standing
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for ever so far round
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by the time they've finished such chat!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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Deeply he sighed and drew his palm
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looking more like branch
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than anything else across his eyes
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he wept already out!
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[Caym:]
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There's hot blood dropping down
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from the ancient vaults every now and then
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and if something wasn't done about it
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in less than no time
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there would be a pool full of blood
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sacred one result of such obedience!
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[Caacrinolaas speaking triumphantly:]
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An unjust verdict will be worth while impunity!
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You will hear the tangled sentence made anew
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so sheer guile will reign again indignantly!
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Only ye repine against your fate!
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[The Grove:]
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Our pain!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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Won't we receive the Eucharist again!?
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[The Grove:]
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Ye ask in vain!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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Ye seem to be dead
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[The Grove:]
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Nobody knows
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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Ye seem to be deaf
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[The Grove:]
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When we all arose
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[Oze:]
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They seem to be sad
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[Caym to Peter:]
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So we ask you not to be afraid!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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As ye strive to forget in vain
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[Caym:]
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Our stranger
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we shouldn't have been blind
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ye should disdain us!
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We seem to be deaf
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nobody mourns
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we seem to be dead
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o'er our loss!
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But all of us do mourn over our death!
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Do not be so deaf
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it must be divulged
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do not be so dead
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ye should not disdain
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do not be so blind!
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so now we know we cry in vain...
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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Now ye'll observe
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the way our nameless master does
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transform his wights from the people
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to the grove or to the grass
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We will reveal you that device
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| do not be surprised |
