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Ghosts with gentle voices, calling us never to wake, and we see another nation rising from the ashes... Soon to unearth what we cannot escape, as timre draws near for all of us Make amend, dear tyrant and be my ominous companion Through horrors' eye we'll seek vision lost to the sheep; rapt and fitfully chained Hear the trumpets' sound! The angels ofdiscord are gathering; such beautiful faces, such poisonous tongues; a dead world assembly... Into the world you brought me,