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Now we're exiles from the gardens of gehenna
The journey that made us flesh is done
Prophecy of decay is ready to be fulfilled
All past mysteries become our truth

We are leaving our home implicitly
Like vibes of a funeral bell leaving the air
The sound of our deeds lasts as long
As the last mourner becomes mist

And we leave no light to guide the world
And we leave no love to fill the void
And we leave no light for the world to follow
And we leave no love to cure the hollow souls

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