The Psalm Of Lydia:
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When I blacked out in the winter months of Capricorn
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I had a strange dream that I lived a thousand winters gone
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A thousand winters faded gray and shuttered by the wind
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To tell the tale of Lydia, her legacy begins uprising
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Unveiling the absurdity in the tragedy of man
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And its hero, the all-seeing wyrm
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The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure
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In velvet sleep I live the past again
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There is no chance to release me, no answer to bring peace
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Some people conjure dreaming, sanctified electric karmic burn through
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The pigs, they marched from under to pull down the moon
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And summon the bringer of doom
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Now sullen the demons fade away and summon their final call
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Lydia slayed them all
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The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure
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This is the psalm of Lydia
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Oh my sweet Lydia the others have told me it is not your time to leave
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It is not your time, you¡¯ve so much more to see
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The Psalm of Lydia
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