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I lie alone, the lull of exhumed memories awake me Grief's aurora carillons the funeral of my laughter The ascent of agony, a risen luminary of entranced reality Rapture, I mourn, dreams of yesterdays adorn me Scarred by the thorns of tribulation, I cry To god, the architect of erudition, I pray Is death the infinite acumen of creation? Can I attune to these rhapsodies of affliction? Twisted hands sow the gardens of charred reason Seams of blood weep morsels of futility I am dead to savour the odour of lost seasons Laid to rest I whisper lullabies of naivete [solo:Sean] Beyond mourning, still meadows of intranscience shall greet me We dance together, through fountains of an immortal spring In the ashes of the diamond realm, forever he awaits me For eternity... I can hear my father sing [solo:Dan] From Letras Mania