Raising my head to yell my life out
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standing naked, strained as a dying worm
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with body of light gleaming like my disquiet
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with myriads of stars not-to-be-seen
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Here to cry the glassy anguish
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of souls dwelling in darkness that fell
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my throat is DAATH, the seal is breaking
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ZONAI screaming the vows of frozen winds
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of shapes winged - we should be left behind
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we, lightnings turned into pillars
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torn into shreds, in stillborn screams
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thembling with woes of fiery cycles
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PAZ - to be as they
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yea, I say, to be as they
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an oath and order to be heard
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a sigil and cypher to be seen
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OL SONUF VAORESAJI
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and that's the truth, you will taste it...
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¨¡theric dimensions of cocoon sleepers
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Waters, Earthes and Fyres not given to us
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mumbling the calls of Aires alone
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laying the tablets carved in flesh
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Vision And The Voice
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Vader |