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Darkwood

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A place in the corn field
To dig for symbols of the past
Taken from exile
Mighty and hostile

Gifted with memory
Master of the rune-key
Staying in silence
To reign is to know

Like the scarab
That announces the flood
Like the holy scarab
That receives the sun

An eye to the darkness
Like broken angels
With an innocent laughter
But tears in their eyes

Blood and rain
Pain and weeping
Bleeding and falling
As life passes by

Life is passing
Like idle chatter
Like idle chatter
Life is passing by

Life is passing
Like idle chatter
Like idle chatter
Life is passing by

And there won't be
No tears of mourning
Seek your own past
And leave us to die