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(The) Grimness Of Which Shepherds Mourn

I stand alone

in a valley filled with starlight

my eyes suffer

from eternal sparks



So shut the lids and dream so I can see

the trident clearer than ever now



And in my darkest fantasy

And as I reach for Hell

In my darkest fantasy

I reach for Hell

and I am Free...

(The) Grimness Of Which Shepherds Mourn /

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