Behold the truth of our demise.
Out of ruin we ll
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Now the snow just as might lay
cloaking all the remains
shrouding
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She lays there dressed in silk.
So pale, so cold.
Your door
Omkranset av blomster
som paa en himmelsk eng
sa dvele ved det
er
See the sun you left
dawning into the black sea into
Summon the winds and swear
If ever my God you were
Like
When I weep on your shoulder
you caress me with the
Abased by my grief,
the troubled mind I bear,
drags me down
Grow strong
and learn to fly
Do not for an instant
consider
the
Bringer of rain,
mother of heaven's tears
'least you hide my own,
Time to depart and breaking the seal
Pour red wine and
When nightfall class the earth,
shadeless flowers sleep.
Mankind lies in emptine
In our cruel history's aftergloom
Mankind's treason brought it's children
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