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A foot inside the empty door breeds kindness to a hopeless land, entwined in riveting overcasts where emotion will never last, spelling the dawn of eternity, breaking a cursed clarity, we sit back and watch the angels weep, for the passing of time in a nutshell. Unrelentless is the shining light searing chaos to a broken land, waves of beauty pounding endlessly in time with a fine anarchy, when the red sun shines on a burning shore, and ancient truth is no longer lore, we turn our eyes toward a bloody sky, and watch his return to Evermore. |
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