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Maudlin Of The Well
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Riseth He, The Numberless
Curse the night I was born, as I beheld, Springeth he like asters from her vicious womb; She bled mass stars that curs'd all the sky. Horror bound me against the crags of stone, And even the Earthquake-Fiends were silenced. Chain'd to the mountaintop, my heart was rent.
The dandelion was plucked from the sky, My soul wept as the shadow increased. 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 He made to sleep the flowers and the trees, The beasts all laid down their mighty heads; Their souls were suck'd dry by the Creation. What season seizes fast the lyre with balm?
Alas, it is a cloudless, sunless day; As the world died, I hid myself in tears.
[pt. 2] A shade of sleep pass'd a veil o'er my eyes, Not like them...statues of defeat... ...And I dreamt.
In one room I saw a candle, And in another, a votive wreath. A candle to pierce the darkness, And I saw an old man sitting, sitting, And he was alive!
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