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An ornate fountain
Of hand-sculpted marble
Flows aplenty in the center
Of a barren courtyard
From its many spewing mouths
Come out tears, shed in pain
The clear saline fluid
Of all those who suffer...
Tears fall not from my face anymore
Never will I find what I sought before
Longing for death, cursed with life
Resplendent fountain of anguished tears
Looking up at the mountain,
Stands the shaman, his face forlorn,
His eyes reflecting
The wisdom of his life
Weeping tearlessly
At the fading horizon
The fountain overflows
And still he weeps...
Tears fall not from my face anymore
Never will I find what I sought before
Longing for death, cursed with fucking life
Resplendent fountain of anguished tears
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(S.C.)
When the bones tire of their flesh
And surrender to the earth
Interred into their final rest
A spirit is then birthed
One without body, just a memory
As long as it's remembered, it shall remain
Into the moonlight countless souls are lost
Survived by those who keep them in their thoughts...
(Crying Orc)
Spirits, perished spirits, dissolving into moonlight,
On my hands I see it, draining my life
I can't stand living one-thousand years of life
Swordsman wandering in the night
(S.C.)
The hands of time, a persistent illusion of morbid design
Perceived as truth undisputed but masked in lies
Souls depart this plane, lest we forget
Rising upwards toward glowing moon
To ignore these spirits is to let them die
Tethered only by living memory
(Crying Orc)
Spirits, perished spirits, dissolving into moonlight,
On my sword I see it, draining my life
Keep, keep, keep on living, my beloved ghost
Because I can't forget the one I love the most...
(S.C.)
Perished spirits dissolve into moonlight
Beyond unbeing...
A spiritual mass-grave
Gone forever...
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