| all winters' white… and wonderful
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| the third eye spies the greatest pain
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| in league with the cycle of life… feel the change
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| her breath of frost upon the House of Man’s beating heart
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| sleep children (sleep…), such colours to be seen
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| sanguine glaciers, the veins of our prelude
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| fore this is where she lies. |
| Mother, be our eyes…
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| as the icicles fall, moments of reverence
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| THE INVENTION OF ALL, EVERYTHING CALLS AND EVERY LIFELINE IGNITES
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| the tears of mother, everlasting season
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| …BUT THE PHOENIX EMPIRE EXHALES, THE CURTAIN CALL TO EMBERS
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| within us she lives, around us she’s dying
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| THE FADING LIGHTS BLACKEN, GARDENS EUPHORIC… COWERING UNDERWORLD ORDER
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| the winds sing our dirge… this is where she lies
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| THE VEILING UNVEILED… MOTHER, OUR MOTHER BEATS DOWN ER ASHEN WINGS
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| mother, be our eyes…
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| GREY AND DRIPPING THE BLOOD OF MOTHER
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| feel her pain
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| EVOLVING, THE SHROUD SHE GATHERS
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| this is where she lies
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| IN ABSTRACTION WITHOUT COLOURS
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| we die with the fall of the icicles
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| LOST TO PIGMENT THE PALE PARADISE…
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| SWEPT IN TOW TO THE DANSE MACABRE
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| IN HAND TO COLD CLAWS OF TIME…
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| BROKEN SHUTTERS GAPE OPEN WIDE
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| BREATHING IN HOARSE WHISPERS ON HIGH…
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| CRY… WHITE NOISE WITCH CHOIR
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| ICE TEARS OF OUR MOTHER
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| PILLARS OF MONOLITH AND ICE, LACED WITH LIGHTNING
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| BESIEGED BY THE VOID, THE ANTI-MATTER OF MIND
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| ONCE WERE PAINTED WALLS, NOW THEY PREACH PARCHED SKIN PETALS
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| THE FREEZE-FRAME TOMB UNFOLDS FOR OUR MOTHER…
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| CRY… WHITE NOISE WITCH CHOIR
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| FALL OF THE ICICLES
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| MOTHER… |