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Stone pillars crumble at the feet of iconoclasts |
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Accursed omen of the coming extinction |
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Dust billows above, blotting out the last arcs of sunlight |
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Shadows negate all; windswept death descends |
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A thousand nights of plagued slumber to come |
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That we may transcend all pain into the darkest depths of unreality |
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The great destruction lies in wait; visions have prophesized |
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What shall stir from the burning rubble |
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The eons beyond sleep in darkness visible... |
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Those who scored the eyes of the sacrosanct |
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Afflicted with eternal tribulation and raging pestilence |
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Feel death approaching-already devouring their very will |
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As the fall before the sound of the dying knell |
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Oh, what great beast shall stir from the rubble? |
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The eons beyond sleep in darkness visible... |
