| Dreams of the promised land fade, leaving
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| Only pain, the memory grinds at his conscious
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| He’s bounded in paralysis, surrounded by blackened forms
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| Of the dead, from down below he stares at the sky
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| Beneath the mist the night overtakes
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| Washing away, leaving only pain
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| The memory grinds at his conscious
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| He’s bounded in paralysis, surrounded by blackened forms
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| Of the dead, from down below he stares at the sky
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| Beneath the mist the night overtakes
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| Washing away the essence of light
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| Light piercing through the shadow becomes dim
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| The dream fades as his eyes open
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| Harrowing winds graze across his face
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| His eyes are open, awakening beneath the mist
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| Of a far away land
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| His body blackened and burned
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| Erupted from volcanic fire and thrown into the sea
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| A stellar light through the veil
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| His eyes are open, awakening beneath the mist
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| Bleeding as he draws near, an assemblage of ancient priests
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| Surmonizing, they utter in tongues, staring back at him
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| Gouging veins, they feast upon the blood spilling from their wrists
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| Crimson blooming, they paint the ground in demonic emblems
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| His mind trapped inside the vortex of blood
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| Crawling forth from a burning nest
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| The dark lord emerges to the surface
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| Slithering upon his abdomen, he is
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| Bounded in paralysis, in front of the darkened king
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| Of the dead, from down below he stares at the sky
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| Beneath the mist the night overtakes
|
| Washing away, leaving only pain
|
| Beneath the mist the night overtakes
|
| Washing away the essence of light
|
| Light piercing through the shadow becomes dim
|
| The dream fades as his eyes open
|
| Harrowing winds graze across his face
|
| His eyes are open, awakening beneath the mist
|
| Of a far away land
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| His body blackened and burned
|
| Erupted from volcanic fire and thrown into the sea
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| A stellar light through the veil
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| His eyes are open, awakening beneath the mist |