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40 lines
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Is it not ironic how your favorite dread is the matrix in which you were formed?
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The unfathomable dark of a realm arcane and burrowed far below
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The grain sprouts from deep beneath the soil
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Where sunlight will never, ever, ever reach
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Behold, from darkness we come
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That shelter where all life is formed
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Ascend, to darkness, we sail
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Eternal refuge of the soul
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The darkness of night goes out when dawn befalls in the time between the times
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And the grain in the soil, buried deep, shall not bear fruit unless it dies
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In the dark of Antumnos, the Awen waves and life is conceived
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Behold, from darkness we come
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That shelter where all life is formed
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Ascend, to darkness, we sail
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Eternal refuge of the soul
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The day is born from the night
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In the three night of Samon, the year is born
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So the song has been sung, let him hear it, who will
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Is it not ironic how you cling so hard to all evidence of all there is
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As you maintain your unbroken urge to explain what you can't?
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The child grows in its mother's womb
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Enshrouded and concealed
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Behold, from darkness we come
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That shelter where all life is formed
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Ascend, to darkness, we sail
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Eternal refuge of the soul
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___________________
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Name From Darkness
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Artist Eluveitie
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Album Origins
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