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In the dream of elder gods,

A thousand deaths away

Pitch black night, the horses run,

A thousand deaths away

A remembered smell of rain

Trees of fate where souls awake

Up the stairs to reach those walls

A thousand deaths away

Whispered words to be reborn

A thousand deaths away

A remembered smell of rain

Trees of fate where souls awake

Staring at aeons to fall

The cromlech lights up the land

Nebular spheres

The morbid one descends

Nevermore