In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searching for
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him trying to remember while the same shy still rules the night
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We knew then. That these were the children of god
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The ones who betrayed me and my desire
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This must be the desolate land. this is the kingdom of the shadowthrone
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centuries have gone beyond time, and we in the land beyond the forest, we
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burnt them in the purgatory, them the children of god. Barerly forgotten these
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times are, but not for a soul whose rest hasn't been found.
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Woods To Eternity
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Satyricon |