O'er hills gold in white
Where gentle winds guide us upon our way
Past mountains blue majesty
Whose persistent snows gather to cloud the day
Beneath valleys dressed green by spring steps
I beg darkness, do not come to play
Beneath oceans whose depths blacken the world beneath the waves
I beg this apocalyptic calm might sway
We shall refrain from silent struggles
We are sated by our coffins
We shall bear this indignity
Upon our own shoulders' stony countenance
We shall swear by our immorality
To be a letter short of perfection
O'er hills, retreat in fright
Storm winds tear at the innocent dress
Buried in mountains long cased in ice
How warm the words that remain unspoken
Beneath valleys choked by the shadows' grasp
Darkness screams across our plains
Beneath oceans where our fates are surely trapped
Lies our final resting place.
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