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Death descending |
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In silver screams |
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They hide under a shield |
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Made of clear glass |
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They tower high over hills |
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(The Valley stretched)? |
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No Ropes |
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No Nooses |
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The guillotine begins its fall |
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No skulls |
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No corpses |
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The name in blood of conquered souls |
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Bow down to your |
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Liquid form |
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Don't be deceived |
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Devour lights |
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The sharks that circle here |
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Have tamed their kill |
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No Ropes |
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No Nooses |
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The guillotine begins its fall |
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No skulls |
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No corpses |
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The name in blood of conquered souls |
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Swallowing light |
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Glorious day |
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With such a sound |
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The death of (stars?) |
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They rise and take you |
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Like ghost ships always do |
