Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields Rewards are just. who knows what absence yields? By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am I. Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams I see a face stare back at me ... oh, so serene. By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am I. Those whispering shades ... sad, silent glades Pain is a far away land, Misery, a lifetime's journey ... ... and I lust for death (judgement).
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