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    Shadow Of Our
    Through vast valleys I wonder
    To the highest peaks
    On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
    In search of God, in spite of man
    'til the lost forsaken endless...
    This is where I choose to tread
    Fall...so shall we fall into the nihil?
    The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
    In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us
    Here is the landscape
    Here is the sun
    Here in the balance of the earth
    Where is the god?
    Has he fallen and abandoned us?
    As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
    The fire in my heart is forged across the land
    Here at the edge of this world
    Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
    If this grand panorama before me is what you call God...
    Then God is not dead
    I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
    An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
    A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away
    ...like every hope I've ever had...
    ...like every dream I've ever known...
    It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
    From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea...
    ...wash away...
    ...fade away...
    Here is the landscape
    Here is the sun
    Here at the edge of the earth
    Where is the god?
    Has he fallen to ruin?
    As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
    My heathen pride is scarred across the land
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