The Forlorn
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Through horizon I am dreaming
I sense the mourning of skies
Desolate sands forming below me
Mortals are gathered for the passing
Smoke rises from the earthly past
I hear the dirge of morning dusk
I'm drifting into the beauty of darkness
Black abyss of damnation
Feel the grief that is eternal
Solitude of darkest sorrow
No illumination
Misery holds me with an immense grip
I fall into the beauty of darkness
The forlorn
Powers shall remain
To seize with pain
Eternity awaits me
Horrors of misery
But I never dreamt to be sane
The forlorn
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