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Transmute Miseries of the Solemn Halls
The petals submit to the flow of the streams
And dark spectres advocate the whispers of inner solitude
The nightshades on which they stand upon collapse, for now the sacred moor of sorrow agleam within my peripheral
With the winds towards eternity the moonlight shall never caress my marrow again, nor shall the warmth of the sun-
As the labyrinths despair riddens all of ancestral spirits within the solemn halls
And dark spectres advocate the whispers of inner solitude
The nightshades on which they stand upon collapse, for now the sacred moor of sorrow agleam within my peripheral
With the winds towards eternity the moonlight shall never caress my marrow again, nor shall the warmth of the sun-
As the labyrinths despair riddens all of ancestral spirits within the solemn halls
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