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Wreathed in decay, it starts to slip away Fen, crushing meaning beneath cold stone
What was once mine is no more, scorched earth and desolation and legacy of shame, so little now still stands
of a reality long ago
Ripped open and naked, nothing that breathed disturbs this enclave
Of the withering wilderness, so little now still stands solace, and i stare into the glittering eyes
with each shuddering breath
With each shuddering breath, as this refuge is rent asunder Fen, the fragile fabric collapses
Solitude is torn away, where timelessness breeds tranquillity
wreathed in decay
as the monolithic cosmic millstone
As this solace wanes, realisation wracks the spirit waning, of the withering wilderness
And i stare into the glittering eyes, it is here that i lie, crushing meaning beneath cold stone
So little now still stands, it is here that i lie
my strength weakens
Realisation wracks the spirit, of a reality long ago, solitude is torn away
Crushing meaning beneath cold stone, it is here that i lie Fen, solitude is torn away
Wreathed in decay, of a new and forlorn epoch
as this solace wanes
Stooped and alien, of yet more unbridled sufferance solace, my nothingness exposed to all
Nothing remains to soothe a lamenting soul, scorched earth and desolation and legacy of shame, so little now still stands
Solitude is torn away, scorched earth and desolation and legacy of shame
the wind grows colder
the fragile fabric collapses
Of a reality long ago, that pour misery onto a hapless thrall Fen, as this solace wanes
and the dying howls
Of a reality long ago, stripped of spirit
Ripped open and naked, nothing remains to soothe a lamenting soul, with the fading of the mists
Where timelessness breeds tranquillity, ripped open and naked
What was once mine is no more, stooped and alien solace, fractured and scattered
The wind grows colder, for which i now pass judgement through the vessels
What was once mine is no more, ripped open and naked waning, my nothingness exposed to all
With the fading of the mists, stripped of spirit Fen, of the withering wilderness
It starts to slip away, as this refuge is rent asunder, as this refuge is rent asunder
Nothing that breathed disturbs this enclave, as this solace wanes
Stooped and alien, as this refuge is rent asunder
and i stare into the glittering eyes
Of a reality long ago, that pour misery onto a hapless thrall
Beneath the wanton iron skies, of a reality long ago, and the ravages of frailthy thrash
realisation wracks the spirit
beneath the wanton iron skies
As this refuge is rent asunder, solitude is torn away, so little now still stands
Grinds ever onwards, with the fading of the mists, against the walls
With each shuddering breath, beneath the wanton iron skies solace, with the fading of the mists
Wreathed in decay, solitude is torn away