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The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit<br />His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands<br />Skin as leather, burnt by the sun<br />This world is not for him, this world is not for<br />You nor I<br /><br />When the Gods were young the burden was less<br />It was not grief and it was not fear<br />Who cast the shadow upon our age?<br />Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes?<br /><br />He counts the hours, days and awful years<br />To when the children stare into the sun<br />The mountains crumble to the sea<br />And our civilisations turn to dust<br /><br />They are turned to dust<br /><br />So slumber watcher, till the spheres<br />Have turned ten and twenty thousand years<br />The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit<br />This world is not for him, this world is not for<br />You nor I...<br /><br /><br />"A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man."
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The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit<br />His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands<br />Skin as leather, burnt by the sun<br />This world is not for him, this world is not for<br />You nor I<br /><br />When the Gods were young the burden was less<br />It was not grief and it was not fear<br />Who cast the shadow upon our age?<br />Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes?<br /><br />He counts the hours, days and awful years<br />To when the children stare into the sun<br />The mountains crumble to the sea<br />And our civilisations turn to dust<br /><br />They are turned to dust<br /><br />So slumber watcher, till the spheres<br />Have turned ten and twenty thousand years<br />The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit<br />This world is not for him, this world is not for<br />You nor I...<br /><br /><br />"A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man."
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