From the fields once cleansed by rain
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From the forests and lakes
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From the hills standing sullen in silence
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Which do know no human pain
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Canst thou see sombre fog
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Tricleth in thy slumberic reign
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Fog curls in this place where
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Crust covers earth's face on
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Dusty shores of Styx
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Mud and treasures mixed
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Human made maze
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Irksome, endless, sick
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Fire
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With no warmness
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Gap filled up with reek
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Lightless be all surrounds here
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Never they all to be sunlit
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This place is forever possessed by the fear
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of morn sun to appear
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Void will feed its malicious greed
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Here the spawns of underworld
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Beneath the mist so cold
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Single pale spark of the life
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Is extinguished by their will
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They're self imprisoned in their cells
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Self isolated graves
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Where every graveworm treats itself
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As the Midgards snake
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Spark has ripped ashen cloth
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Fog has swallowed it
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Stoneclouds filled this bottomsky
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Closed the stonecoffins lid
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Covered creatures condemned by no doom
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And the place of only gloom
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Where's no sane seed to breed
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Where even earth is waiting to die
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Ghost of the city fades
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From thy divine place
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Here
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Tentacles're left
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Last spies of that mist
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As remembrance
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Of unbroken circle
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Ugly in this eden
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In the daylight's blaze.
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From The Distance
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End Zone |