Born to darkness,the woods foreve stand among the gathering.
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Upon his eyes the last of the sun's glow.
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Ascend the candlelit path to where the gift of life is given.
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Beyond all dream is his ignorance to a serene past.
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Upon his will you will sleep to an endless dusk.
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The howls' of an evening's plague of sorrow rides the land in a strom's mist.
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Glaring in hope to witness the breath of a new dawn.
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Yet a mystical thought allows him to look upon a sky covered in black satin.
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Through profane eternity he drinks the nector of immortality.
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Searching eons for the darkest of pastures.
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An emotion filled with such vengeance enrages his coldest heart.
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As now, the wolves of autumn shriek the call of this,the final night..
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Embrace The Emptiness
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Evoken |