Many have walked upon this path before me.
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Many have been tricked, but I was not.
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Here many spirits are haunting me.
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I feel the untouchable fear.
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It is empty but my eyes still see,
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although they are covered by tears.
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I still hear the screams of sorrow.
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This is the beauty that fills my soul.
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In our hands we carry the ancient flame.
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The most powerful weapon of all times it is.
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We walk in the footsteps of our ancestors.
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They who once proudly came here to die.
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We are at the same place, but yet another age.
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Certain things will always remain the same.
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We are now falling into other souls.
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They are so many but yet alone.
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Everything we pass are scary piles of pain.
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That who has been will be burned into our brains.
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Unbreakable are the chains of our memories.
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Never will I be the one who denies to see.
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Still I am able to touch the fear.
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Screaming are the thoughts who call upon my soul.
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Love is not all and will not come to you here.
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Here the silent sorrow tells the whole story.
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Now I can see that very spot to myself.
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Nothing about this sacred place have I forgotten.
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Necropolis
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Penitent |