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... the lavas that restlessly roll |
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Their sulphurous currents down |
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Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole |
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That groan as they roll down |
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Mount Yaanek |
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In the realms of the boreal pole ... it's been not so long |
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I accidently sold my former frame of reference to the cold thinking back, remembering, my tale seems so unreal |
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I'm closed up but the time has come to reveal anxious, also ignorant, my investigative mind and led me there and led me to be so blind haunted are the mountains, |
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I plead for your restraint or hope for men's survival will be faint all my days are nightmares and memories haunt my brain my former mind of knowledge has gone insane you'll never hear this twice 'cause once |
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I had seen the sheen that filled the sky soon |
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I'd die the mounts drew the bounds and |
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I climbed one step too high soon |
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I'd die the cold that had enwrapped my heart is bound to freeze my eyes the truth that seemed on our side had covered all with lies take off my hands, take off my feet take off my ears, rip out my tongue but don't hurt my mind, don't hurt my sense don't hurt my intellectual powers what is frozen you don't feel what hurts is what you lose but at this moment |
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I gave up the ice had blown my fuse made out of cold, made out of fear |
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God's will attracts, |
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God's will is here all had begun, when led by fear, right at the end of the world high in the sky, here at the end of the world |
