Exhorted by psalms and canticles
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These monuments of a crude form of grey shimmer
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A Tumult in heaven, the anthems of ecstasy and fear
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confuse to seek a less doomed abode
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Why should I witness this?
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A muted creation taken into a somber and glacial twilight
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as ash and dust which held the earth in thrall now lost...
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Across the putrid moat
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I lie and dream of my fearful ascent
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To a prodigious height entranced by the detestable
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Piping of tragic yet mercifull flutes
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in the wan beams of paradise
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The shadows of shoel now blinding
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An effigy of him, the shameless lie this now becomes
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Ascend Into The Maelstrom
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Evoken |