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There are ghosts in every hallway |
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In every room, behind every door |
| [03:12.07] |
Peering through every window into the past |
| [03:16.09] |
Holding onto us in the bitterness of the mire |
| [03:22.33] |
Leaving a trace of themselves in the spaces in which they hide |
| [03:57.14] |
...but there are no ghosts here... |
| [04:24.51] |
There are gods in the wake of every flame |
| [04:29.08] |
The fire that betroths the coldness of the void |
| [04:34.72] |
In every wind, every tempest, and every snowfall |
| [04:44.27] |
In every silence |
| [04:48.36] |
Inside every root that reaches deep into the soul of the Earth |
| [05:18.57] |
...but there are no gods here... |
| [05:35.65] |
Shadows paint the dusk |
| [05:39.68] |
Ghosts rise from the flames |
| [05:45.11] |
To set alight in the fields |
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In robes of smoke and spirit aligned |
